Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Spring Lambs
Spring Lambs Spring lambs are Bouncy little things. Jump up and down As if on springs. Would fall lambs then In fields of clover Not stand up, Fall down, lean over?
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Thank you!
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most welcome
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very clever, Hobbo; love the jauntiness of the first stanza 🙂
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Thank you John!
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Yup, then they’d get put on the barbecue…my first veggie spring so I get to enjoy seeing the lambs without feeling guilty 😂
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They are cute. I can’t resist though!
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Indubitably! 😀 Got to use that word. Gorgeous ditty!
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Why thank you!🙂
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Excellent… my favourite lambs though are the ones on the BBQ 😆
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😂 Thanks!
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Love the play with words and if you have a lamb in the picture you got my attention!
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😂Thanks!
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Very fun! Still laughing… 😀
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