Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Sunday morning
Posted on 14th May 2022
Sunday Morning Birds belt out their standards from a neighbouring tree as we cradle cuddles and a stay-in-bed tea. A heady aroma sharing post-nooky yawning, life's simple treasures on a sundayspringmorning.
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The honeymoon
Posted on 1st May 2022
The honeymoon With her ankles peripheral in vision, The young man was set on his mission To have and to hold As in stories of old, Cementing their love with a frisson.
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Springtime
Posted on 1st Apr 2022
Springtime Fresh sap is rising in the trees, sweet honey running for the bees. The birds are singing in the breeze and lovers all have grass-stained knees. For spring has sprung it's in the air, old Mother earth lets down her hair and pretty girls with shoulders bare will soon have need of new pushchair.
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Les Hommes
Posted on 21st Mar 2022
Les Hommes They spend the first nine months of their lives working their way out of our bodies and the rest of their lives figuring out how to get back in again; men!
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Sex scenes
Posted on 17th Mar 2022
Sex scenes The actors who play out sex scenes on the telly, to be perfectly frank, must be really quite smelly. No matter the mood or the place or the hour, there is, afterwards no thought of a shower. They roll out of bed and pull on an old shirt, no brushing of teeth; dashing quickly to work. And, Mr Director, I'm not one to quibble, but amongst all that passion, no mention of dribble.
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The old sofa
Posted on 12th Mar 2022
The old sofa If you could tell your tales, you would have many things to say about the people, bad and good who over time did lay along your padded, comfy length to watch their latest soap, relying on your springy strength to sneak a naughty grope. How much true passion have you seen, discretely, you stay shtum my faithful friend, that's why I'm keen to simply park my bum.
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What a night
Posted on 10th Mar 2022
What a night That wine-loving wife of the vicar's Woke up in a state with no knickers In the back of a hearse, No cash in her purse And her abdomen covered in stickers.
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That garden
Posted on 27th Feb 2022
That garden We stumbled on sex To be fair, But in many respects We don't care. A woman called Eve Found a passage; Was the first, I believe To play hide the sausage.
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Courting
Posted on 24th Feb 2022
Courting They were caught, courting Little sister reporting Everything she had seen to her dad, Who gave them advice On the price of their vice But had nothing much further to add.
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Cruising
Posted on 15th Feb 2022
Cruising The boyfriend who tried to bamboozle His girl on a three-month-long cruise'll Do well to reflect On the likely effect If she goes but then sticks with refusal.
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