Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Destiny
Destiny Whether from Harrow or Eton, We are all destined to be eaten. No matter how upper our crust, We are all of us, heading to dust.
Destiny Whether from Harrow or Eton, We are all destined to be eaten. No matter how upper our crust, We are all of us, heading to dust.
Yup. Allow Worms to take a bow! 😉. I mean… worms.
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👏 A round of applause wriggling its way to you.
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Sorry I couldn’t come back with a better compost.
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😂
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Do you know the song “On Ilkley Moor Bataat”? No idea if that’s the right spelling. Anyway, it’s a life cycle story. Another gift from Papa Worms.
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Turns out it’s Ilkla Moor Baht At. There’s a Bill Oddie version online. Somewhat different to the campfire version I remember. 🙂
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👍 There are a few ways of spelling it, but baht’at just means without a hat.🙂
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😂😂. Even better.
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That is why he catches his death of cold, and the worms come and eat him up.🙂
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Yes! I understand. Mama Worms used to recommend hats as solutions for most problems. Then, a few years ago, she was told to take Vitamin D tablets. In mute protest, she has never worn a hat again. Well, hardly ever. But nevertheless, I understand the health protecting properties of hats.
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Hehehe😊
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Yes, it’s my national anthem! 😂
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😂😂😂😂 How fabulous!!
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😊
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memento mori: succinct and sagacious —
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Thanks John 🙂
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Truth
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👍😒
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No need to climb the social ladder, the worms won’t be flattered. 😉
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😂😂… only fattened!
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