Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Homo sapiens
Posted on 9th May 2022
Homo sapiens Claiming our Gods, yet acting like God, we treat our whole world with contempt. Gifted with brains to break free our chains, one would think we would try to attempt to cherish our planet, much sooner than it fall prey to our greedy endeavour. Respecting the worth of unique Mother Earth is survival; it's not even clever.
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Choices
Posted on 19th Mar 2022
Choices The luxury of choice requires attention to our voice. Should that new car be battery, electric hybrid or eclectic. Smallest, smaller, small, do we need a car at all. Get a bus or take a train or a taxi now and then. Yes, our towels are old and faded but the fact that they are jaded, they still work they dry our skin; come on girl, it's win-win. And as for this strange passion of keeping up to fashion what a nonsense that turned out to be. We need to take some drastic action on our plastic or listen, friend; we'll all end in the sea.
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A new motor
Posted on 24th Nov 2021
A new motor Old Mother Harkitt went to the market to treat her good self to a motor. When she got there, they'd a C5 Sinclair, a tractor, two Fords and a Skoda. But she wanted green, entirely clean, one hundred percent carbon zero and with nothing she liked she bought a pushbike, that lady, my friend, is a hero.
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Going green
Posted on 11th Nov 2021
Going Green I'm going carbon-neutral from now on, gas is out, not green, apparently, so what of Brussels sprouts and cabbages and cauli, slender runner beans, are all these gas producers now not considered green? It's all a bit confusing when trying to be good, perhaps the next new thing, an electric-hybrid spud.
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Litter
Posted on 1st Oct 2020
Litter The sight of so much litter Has left me feeling bitter Find a bin for that used mask It's not a lot to ask.
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