Posted on 28th Mar 2021
The morning after A pass at the glass, and I know I'm in trouble. Red road maps my eyes, out of focus as Hubble. I can't raise a grin, scratchy skin full of stubble. Last night, it felt right. It was hell of a party. Six shots on the trot, tried to prove me a smarty. I should have said no, but I had to have doubles, To drink like a fish, with a fistful of bubbles. This morning, I'm yawning, but I've work in an hour. Heads a shed, feet like lead, as I crawl in the shower. Whisky breath, I am death, with a tongue tasting sour. Soap, does its work, as I splash it all over. Can't face any food, but I'll beat this hangover. Laughter, day after? No, I'm dull, done for, dour No great loss. I'm the boss. I'm the guy with the power.
Posted on 23rd Mar 2021
Loyalty Grocer Jack In cul-de-sac Head full of smack Tripped on a crack On his way back From the 'Duck with no Quack'. This maniac Was taken aback Fell with a whack Causing crise cardiaque. Revived with a snack And a double cognac From a girl in a sack With a dad called Jack.
Posted on 5th Feb 2021
Friday night fatality Blue lights. Fist fights. Fast cars. Packed bars. Shrill two-tones Broken bones. Thunderstorms. Uniforms. Emergencies to A and E. Bare flesh teaser. Pavement pizza. Takeaway smells good. Busted nose spits blood. Glance wrong, teenage spat. What you's looking at? Vicious looking flick knifes. Liberated housewives. Atmosphere electric. Not again, she's been sick. Need a leak, take a piss. All week, work for this. Feel ill, too much drink. Bog full, piss in sink. Cops here, take names. Stiff them, play games. Now feeling ill. I pop a pill. Final sup. All fucked up. Thumping head. Some guys dead. All flee Scot-free Shit's sake It's me...
Posted on 7th Nov 2020
Little ol' beer drinker (To little ol' wine drinker, Dean Martin) I'm praying for rain in sunny Shropshire So the hops can swell and they can brew more beer And I'm standing in a chippy here in Bradford With a thumping head and a ringing in my ear. I ask the man behind the counter for an aspirin And he answers as he serves me pie and peas This is a chip shop not a bloody chemists I say, "Little ol' beer drinker me." I came here last week from up in Grimsby Cos my baby left for Clacton by the sea When they ask, "Who's the man who's got a cob on?" I say,"Little ol' beer drinker me." I ask the man behind the counter for an aspirin And he answers as he serves me pie and peas "This is a chip shop, not a bloody chemists" I say,"Little ol' beer drinker me." I say,"Little ol' beer drinker me." Little ol' beer drinker me. Cob...Northern slang for sulking
Posted on 7th Nov 2020
Sober A teacher, not known for sobriety Gave her students a taste of variety Her swearing backfired When, improperly attired She was sacked for a lack of propriety.
Posted on 30th Oct 2020
Coffee Shall I go to Big Bucks I've money in my jacket But no, their coffee sucks I'll go to Costa Packet
Posted on 23rd Oct 2020
Sustainance food nourishing, necessary bought, cooked, eaten cafe, pub, bar, restaurant laughing, smiling, serving frivolous, cheering drink.
Posted on 9th Sep 2020
Today’s brand new poem on http://www.hobbospoems.com is called cheers. You’ll find it in the menu under other poems. Cheers!