Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Passion
Posted on 22nd May 2022
Passion I don't want a manager who sits quietly on the touchline, calculating clever tactics to deny the opposition. No! I want one, purple of face, who runs up and down his area, shouting at his players, screaming abuse at the ref. The first to see red who, when we're ahead, hides the ball up his jumper. That's my kind of manager.
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It’s coming home
Posted on 12th Jul 2021
It's coming home What I like about W.P It's inclusive, I trust you agree, Young lads getting racial abuse For missed penalties! - No excuse!
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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.
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