Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Meteo meter
Meteo meter It is not coincidence that sun rhymes with fun. And it's of significance, that rain rhymes with pain. But I'm damned if I know why cello rhymes with snow!
Hobbo's Poems 
😂 I think it’s equally relevant that wind rhymes with tinned and sleet rhymes with feet.
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🤣🤣 Wind and tinned!
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We can blame the Vikings for their infiltration of our language. My husband is Danish. You’d be amazed how many words in Danish are near-sounds to English.
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Very interesting. I’ve just finished reading a book called The shortest history of England by James Hawes. He has a theory, which he demonstrates quite convincingly, that our North South divide can be traced right back to Danes and Vikings and and all the rest of our conquerors. This includes the difference in language in the North and South which persists to this day.
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There’s no doubt about it in my mind. And interestingly, all of our close friends are northerners. A shared sense of humour probably. Danish sense of humour is dead dry.
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😂 It is interesting.
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very clever: I haven’t a clue either 🙂
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hehehe! 🙂
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Once you see the snow gently fall, you know.
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👍 Nice one, Ulle!
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