Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Mary’s Lamb
Posted on 16th Nov 2020
Mary's Lamb Mary had another lamb The doctor got a shock The lamb was born with pointy ears It looked like Mister Spock
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Lunch
Posted on 8th Nov 2020
Lunch The flames were prolific The heat was terrific The words from the kitchen profane My nice chicken roast Is burned black as toast Sunday lunch has been ruined again.
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Soup
Posted on 31st Oct 2020
Soup The sparrow cooked her son Tomato soup for dinner Although a fussy eater She knew this was a winner. Robin though was messy Although he did his best he spilled most down his front And stained his little chest. The true story of the origin of the Robin Redbreast
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Fate
Posted on 30th Oct 2020
Fate A poet, confirmed alcoholic Combined wit with a pen vitriolic One day whilst mid smear Fell into his beer And drowned in a manner symbolic.
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Coffee
Posted on 30th Oct 2020
Coffee Shall I go to Big Bucks I've money in my jacket But no, their coffee sucks I'll go to Costa Packet
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A tale of two princes
Posted on 28th Oct 2020
A tale of two princes Prince Charles Is isolating At Balmoral With Covid 19. Prince Andrew Is isolating At Windsor With Jennifer, 14. (origin unknown)
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Mary
Posted on 26th Oct 2020
Mary Mary had a little lamb Whose father was a randy ram It came about cos all the sheep Pretended they were fast asleep.
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Diagnosis
Posted on 26th Oct 2020
Diagnosis Water on the brain So the doctor said "Don't worry," she explained "A quick tap on the head."
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Black Dog
Posted on 26th Oct 2020
The Black Dog You are the sunshine of my life You are, you really are Why does it keep raining then My little superstar?
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The Election
Posted on 26th Oct 2020
The election The language is incomprehensible His rhetoric largely dispensable Some of his views indefensible Why can't this man say something sensible?
