Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Referee
Posted on 19th Apr 2021
Referee! Referee, why can't you see How much United mean to me. It was a goal, and not offside, So, let it stand. Restore my pride. Our striker's shot, hit like a rocket, You must be in, the City's pocket. I'm annoyed, and with good reason, You have ruined our whole season.
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The football match
Posted on 24th Jan 2021
The football match My debut for the 'dads v lads' The shortest you could see Substituted me, the cads Straight after 'take the knee'.
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Spitting Images
Posted on 27th Dec 2020
Spitting images Double barrelled, a name Was sign of breeding, or fame Now in ultra slow mo's They spit, clear their nose And football's their game.
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You must be joking
Posted on 23rd Dec 2020
You are joking! Whilst watching the footy Reclined with a BLT butty Heard a joke that was smutty About a plumber and putty. BLT: Bacon, lettuce and tomato a popular sandwich in the UK
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Ambition
Posted on 27th Oct 2020
Ambition I read in the papers that Burnley Are getting a striker, that's cool They only paid twenty five million He probably still goes to school.
