Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
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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