Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
My friend, Jane
Posted on 29th Jan 2022
My friend, Jane Hungerford lass, seventy-two, Suffers colloquial to-do, The issue for her was I.T. What happened, you ask, goodness me! Engrossed in her books, the hard drive Of her Dell, tried to eat her, alive. It settled for chewing her foot, Which in plaster of Paris was put. Her passion for theatre must wait Now, the girl's in a sedentary state. Before she kicks any more bytes, We need to buy Jane some foot-lights.
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Best Mates
Posted on 19th Nov 2021
Best Mates The thing about dogs is the love they engender, you get what you see they've no hidden agenda. Unqualified worship, devotion wholesale, soulful brown eyes and a waggy-whip tail. No back-talking nonsense, no falsehoods, no lies, your four-legged pal until one of you dies. One small thing would make this bond even stronger, that's the thing about dogs; I wish they lived longer.
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Friendship
Posted on 12th Nov 2021
Friendship My imaginary friend and I both parted, at the end she never paid her round in bars or took her turn at doing chores. She put on airs and took the Mick but what was really rather sick and turned our friendship to a joke was when she stole my phantom bloke.
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Loss
Posted on 19th Jul 2021
Loss I lost my dear friend, Laura, Will never see her again, If I had gone before her, She'd have caught the right damn train!
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Best of friends
Posted on 21st Mar 2021
Best of friends Me, and a baritone gnome Live in our home, all alone. With no water, and no telephone We must shower using eau de cologne. And once all the perfume has gone, He will burst forth and sing me a song, He was taught by an ugly duck swan Wearing laddered red tights and a thong.
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