Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Gran’s clock
Posted on 4th Nov 2020
Gran's clock Hickory dickory dock My gran left me a clock Chimed all blooming night So, come the daylight I threw the damn thing in the loch.
Clocks
Posted on 25th Oct 2020
Clocks My clocks went back this morning It's daylight saving time It took two hours to alter them A blooming pantomime. A slight exaggeration, but you get the drift...
