Best Gob Poems

Growing up with ADHD forces you to adapt,
impulsive behaviour controls how you react,
attention span wanders and naturally distracts,
you face an impact, that in fact, doesn't...

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“Who am I,” asked the Bunyip. “What am I doing here?”
“Please tell me,” begged the Bunyip,” for my purpose isn’t clear.”

“No answer!” came the stern...

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visitin me aunty Cushla
For the first time in Ballybay
I found meself beside a signpost
An I stopped to find me way.
It was then I spied a...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking...

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Once again it’s Saturday; the day when footy reigns supreme.
The Dogs are up against the Cats, the premier favoured team,
but I’ve got no doubts the...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers,...

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I got up early had a shower, I had a busy day ahead
If I'd known how t'would turn out, I would've stayed in bed
Drove to...

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I’m excited, I got a job
I now work for Bob Bob’s Gob Shop
They asked me to stand outside and sell
These white packets, of what I...

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Steve works in a call center
to earn an honest bob
but some days he can't believe
the words that flow from some folks gob

They cus and curse
Then...

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Sour Rita is a meter maid
she’s checking car drivers have paid
if you step out of line
she will issue a fine
of Rita drivers are afraid

Her beady...

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There’s cheap lunches in the Barley Tavern,
each Wednesday, when after one o’clock.
I always chose to eat beer battered fish,
plus mystery cake a little bit ad...

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There was once a lazy drunkard named Bob
He's so idle he's nicknamed the fat slob
By the pool he lays
In a drunken daze
He just drinks and...

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St Patrick’s Alphabet

A is America land of the free

B is for Beatles as Irish as me

C is the great Cliffs of Moher so pretty

D is...

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A deluge of love draws out a wry smile
As she walks by
In a world
Of her
Own,
Yet
Takes in
The moment
Of his embrace
Without contact just a wink from his...

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Feeling trapped and alone
Fed up of being home
No one listens anymore
I feel like such a bore

All I do is nag
I need a punching bag
Constant reminders
Where's...

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