Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Baby’s favourite drink
Posted on 5th Feb 2022
Baby's favourite drink She'll never refuse A weak orange juice. In fact, it's her favourite tipple. Except perhaps, milk As smooth as clean silk, Quaffed warm and fresh, straight from mum's nipple.
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The Baby
Posted on 5th Dec 2021
The baby What surprises does life hold for you my little one: happiness, health, privilege, a life in the sun. Or, will it be hunger, fear and disease, fight for survival, a bitter deep freeze. Sometimes, I guess it's a matter of luck, spinning that Louis D'Or, famine or flood, fire or drought, peacetime or war. May your God smile graciously on you and may he bring contentment and that very rare gift of helping humanity sing.
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The baby
Posted on 29th Nov 2021
The baby No wonder she's happy, lying there in her nappy; the pride of her mum from her curls to her bum. She'll giggle and coo, that's what babies do and if she dirties her diaper well, mummy will wipe her.
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Babies…
Posted on 22nd Jul 2021
Babies...
Babies need a room to grow,
And ladies have all got 'em,
Big brother told me - he should know,
They fall, out of your bottom!
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Babies
Posted on 26th Jun 2021
Babies
If a baby rook is a rookie,
And a baby duck, a ducky
Then a baby book's a bookie
And a baby chef is a cookie.
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A Nappy Event
Posted on 5th May 2021
A Nappy Event The woman was pregnant, she reckoned, When the ultrasound spotted a second, A third, fourth and fifth, Then even a sixth, "Congrats," said the nurse, "You are fecund!"
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Monica’s Moniker
Posted on 4th Mar 2021
Monica's moniker
This passion for fashion, in naming our babies
Alas, will our lass be a Porsche, Mercedes?
Africa, India, Bangalore, Singapore
Nay, a full football team, if you feel she needs more.
Star, starlight, sun, sunlight, my oh my, even windy
Not you, to make do, with a Barbie or Cindy.
There's no shame in a name, that stands out from the crowd
Say it loud, say it proud, but for crying out loud
Remember the name will be with them forever
You may think it's clever, but don't call her Trevor.
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A good night’s sleep
Posted on 28th Feb 2021
A good night's sleep You slept like a baby So you said, last night Does that mean, maybe You've pants, full of shite?
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Babies
Posted on 13th Nov 2020
Babies When I questioned my mummy How I got in her tummy She said daddy had planted a seed Well that was a hard 'un Cos we have no garden And daddy does nothing but read.
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