Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Stoical Mums
Stoical mums Can you even imagine the pain, With not even a shot of cocaine, Endured by a mum unicorn When her sharp little offspring is born.
Stoical mums Can you even imagine the pain, With not even a shot of cocaine, Endured by a mum unicorn When her sharp little offspring is born.
wow! your imagination goes into wild and whimsical places, Hobbo, and we’re the richer for it: this is a conceit I have not seen before 🙂
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Thank you John 😊
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😂😂 At the mermaid one may also wonder,
Birthing through a tail, surely an evolutionary blunder
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😂😂A breach too far!
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And the baby dragon when woken from womb’s snooze
Proceeds to burn the doctor’s shoes!
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😲😂
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Oops. That’s not a stoical Mum is it? That’s an angry doctor!
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(grin)
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Hope that things blunt the cruel little runt
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What a stunt! 😂
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Let’s hope they grow in later, like baby teeth do.
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I wonder if they have a horn fairy then?
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😀 Probably
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Ouch!! 😳🖤
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😊
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