Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Sister
Sister What do you mean, it's positive? I'm pregnant mam! Oh my word! Congratulations! What does your boyfriend say? He doesn't know yet. Anyway, it's not his. Not his! Whose is it then? It's God's. Don't give me none of your lip girl. Who is the father? I'm telling you mammy, it's God's! Stop right there young lady! I had enough of that nonsense with your sister Mary!
Hobbo's Poems 
And however implausible that sounds, it’s what they (christians) believe.
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Whatever your religion Pete, you have to suspend belief to have belief. I think that’s what is called faith.
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Unexpected twist again, well done. It becomes confusing when you later hear that Mary had a little lamb.
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🤣 That’s the bit that confused me too!
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Well, some things are hard to swallow twice.
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🙂 Even once is difficult!
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We are all children of God, are we not? Guess that’s why they call it a hail mary. Nice surprise, Hobbo.
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We are, whoever she may be! Thank you Karen. 🙂
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