Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams Good night, night-night, Mind those bed bugs don't bite. Little darling, sleep tight. Creeps down, turns off light. Bed bugs that bite! Eyes wide in fright, Imagines a sprite, Huge teeth, yellow-white. In the gloomy twilight, His fear at it's height, Scared stiff, sits upright, And screams out, forthright. His mother, contrite, Explains that bedbugs don't bite And the calmed little mite, Gets a teddy. Delight!
Hobbo's Poems 
Aaah. I love this one.
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Thank you Misky 😊
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This poem is beautiful 👍🤝
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Thank you!
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A fantastic poem. Always wondered why parents talk about bedbugs and then expect their children to go to sleep?
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😂 Thanks, you are so right Ulle.
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Hahaa, love it.
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Thank you Debi!😊
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Yes. We must measure our words carefully with kids. Last night, stupid me asked my son if his eye was sore because it looked a bit red. Guess what?! It got sore very rapidly after that. This is a sweet poem. And very relatable to all parents I suspect. 🙂
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😂Thanks. I can relate to the incident with your son, we do have to be so careful.
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