Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Canine Cuddles
Posted on 20th Apr 2022
Canine Cuddles Dogged by grey-sky thinking, Her mood was slowly sinking, But bought a dog Which cleared the fog And now she gets the drinks in.
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Walkies!
Posted on 14th Apr 2022
Walkies! The temperature's freezing, My human is sneezing. This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag It is chucking it down And she's looking half-drowned. This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag Now I need a poop, Good, she's brought out the scoop. This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag Oooh, bestest of all, She is throwing my ball. This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag It's time to go home, Think I might get a bone. This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag Oh great, here's my grub And a quick tummy rub. This is great fun! Wag. Wag. Wag Now she's drinking her tea, Never thinks about me! Let's have some fun! Wag. Wag. Wag
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Pawlitics
Posted on 10th Apr 2022
Pawlitics I have a scruffy mongrel, I got her for the laughs. She looks like our Prime Minister, Without his many gaffes. She's big on social media, We're followed everywhere And all because I bought a dog With Boris Johnson hair.
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Clever Dog
Posted on 8th Mar 2022
Clever dog His dog was a star, It could drive any car -It once drove from Glasgow to Dover But his four-pawed best friend Turned to drink in the end And was christened Champagne-Super-Rover.
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Scent
Posted on 5th Dec 2021
Scent When the leaves on the trees surrender the breeze in Autumn, our dog comes alive; instinct predestined, he will face to the wind, olfactory-set, overdrive. Be it pungent or musty, pongy or musty; the stronger the odour, the better humming or whiffy, miasmic or niffy, for him, it's a fragrant operetta.
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Best Mates
Posted on 19th Nov 2021
Best Mates The thing about dogs is the love they engender, you get what you see they've no hidden agenda. Unqualified worship, devotion wholesale, soulful brown eyes and a waggy-whip tail. No back-talking nonsense, no falsehoods, no lies, your four-legged pal until one of you dies. One small thing would make this bond even stronger, that's the thing about dogs; I wish they lived longer.
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Mud
Posted on 6th Nov 2021
Mud Way up past me clogs, thigh-high in mud, for me and the dogs this weather's no good. It's blowing a shout and freezing too, see we'd not be off out, if they didn't need a wee!
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Loss
Posted on 16th Sep 2021
Loss It is unbuttered toast, vegetarian roast, it's chips with no fish, your least favourite dish. Soccer, no goals, golf without holes, waterless swimming, playing, not winning. Life on your own, children, all grown, just family, no friends, nights which don't end. It is walks, full of tears, it's facing your fears, it is knitting with fog, this is losing your dog. Dauphy: Well said, my friend! Hobbo: Thanks, Dauphy.
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A canine’s view
Posted on 5th Sep 2021
A canine's view I wish you'd clean up, it's embarrassing. I go for a dump and get harassing looks from the other dog owner's who clean, do not pretend that they have not seen. Okay, I know that it poos, a bit but better than kids put their shoes in it. So, the next time I pause for a crap, pick it please. Be a good chap! Dauphy: This is not about you, Hobbo. Hobb0: I realise that pal. You make a good point though. Dauphy: Thanks. It's embarrassing for the dogs you know! Hobbo; I can see that it would be...
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Domesticated animal
Posted on 22nd Jul 2021
Domesticated Animal
I keep a pet human,
I've had him for a while,
He does his tasks unbidden
And always makes me smile.
I have my mealtimes, regular,
His life's uncomplicated,
We walk, I poo, he cleans,
So, who's domesticated?
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