Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The science teacher
The science teacher Though angle, she reasoned, Gave birth to the seasons, The distance is vital as well, A tad more remote, We would need thicker coats, Much closer, we'd all burn in Hell.
Hobbo's Poems 
So even though I endeavour to be an angel, I could end up roasting my toes? I want a different teacher!
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Angle, not angel! 🤣 Stand in the corner,
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Perfectly scientific, Hobbo. Isn’t it interesting how perfectly this planet is situated for us? It’s hard to believe we’re willing to wreck it.
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It is amazing Diana, and makes me think it is more than coincidence! And yes, we should look after it better!
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Great poem!! Good to appreciate what we have. And I agree, there’s no coincidence. We just wouldn’t be here if the planet wasn’t situated correctly for life. That’s not coincidence. That’s just how it is… like the water wouldn’t boil if it wasn’t over a heat source.
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Thanks worms, and you’re right, it can’t be just coincidence can it. 🙂
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