Best Yorkshire Poems

My Favorite Animal
A Dog
Yorkshire Terrier 
My Dog Peanut 

A standard Yorkie over sixteen pounds, 
Long silky ash coat with beautiful brown 
Blond mane. Fast, energetic, never down 
Especially if there squirrels around. 

Gentle and playful; friendly yet spunky; 
Always wants to play. Loves loud squeaky...

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Don’t know what to wear?
try a loving expression
no one will ever notice.

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Yorkshire, 1914
I patch mended her copper saucepan,
Edged an axe, two cleavers and a knife.
I did all the jobs that were required.
By this comely young farmer’s wife.
She served me a platter of rare beef
With chunks of home baked bread,
And along each large slice of meat 
Relish...

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To put an end to the myth that Santa lives in Lapland

Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody knows that
People just say he's from Lapland, cos he’s round and fat.
Well Yorkshire men can be the same they are not all dud
All year on the beer and...

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To stop the myth going around that Santa is a Scotsman, a huge hit on the radio here. So fo those that believe this is the truth.


Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody knows that
You just say he is Scottish, cos he’s round and fat.
Well Yorkshire...

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Pub in Yorkshire with stout and ale aplenty. 
Red faces sweating with alcohol's influence. 
Singing fine songs in reverie and ecstasy. 
Salivating at arrival of that succulent essence. 

Tender juicy slices of beef covered with gravy. 
A splendour when touched by crispy bubbling pudding. 
Roast...

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When the circus was in Yorkshire recently
a local man watching a rehearsal of
a scantily dressed, large bosom blond lion tamer,
inside the cage with a massive male lion,
was asked
“Would you do that” By a passing circus hand.
“Yes” Replied the local,
“Get the lion out”!

Anon.

Revived and added to,
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Just a special white rose
reposed in a sea of blue sky,
together our pride flutters in the wind.

© Harry J Horsman 2015...

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The Death of my Town 
(for Bradford, West Yorkshire, England)

At first I was self-righteous and held the moral high ground
On approaching the imminent death of my town
Some days I would observe and shake my head
And say loudly “You know, I think my town might be...

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My Yorkshire rose... 
You start a war in my southern soul...

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If you look like your passport
you’re not well enough to travel.

Anon

Revived   Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Upon parking in a no parking zone
a Pastor placed a message on his car.
“I have repeatedly circled this block
I have an appointment to keep
‘Forgive us our trespasser’s’”
Upon returning he found a further message
attached to his car.
“I’ve also repeatedly circled this block
and if i don’t issue...

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The poets from Yorkshire are best

That’s where I come from – you’ve guessed.

       Though our words can get tangled

       Like your smalls in the mangle

Phew! –  That’s quite a load off my chest!...

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Ey-up uncle Ken,
I bet tha goin, bookies Agen!
I'll go with thee,
If it's or rate.
I go that way,
To see mi mate.
Wats tha backin, in two thirty?
Mi gran ses put a Bob,
On flirtin girty.
Gonna play Togger on park,
Then go woods,
Before it's dark.
Get sum cheggies for afta tea,
If...

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A Farmer standing against his fence
was hailed by a rambler crossing his field.
“Is this here Bull safe?”
The Farmer replied
“He’s a lot safer than you mate” 

Anon

Revived  Harry J Horsman  2010...

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