Hob Poems | Examples

Emollient

Pushing the envelope outside the box
if only here to accentuate
the many ways in which
emu may emulate
by delivering nutrients' benefits
and what's more
help repair with anti-aging hydrate
yet won't clog your pores
they herd the birds in a mob
not a troublesome job or task
with ladle fire pit pot and hob
'How is it collected?' I hear you ask
as allegedly good for the skin
anti-inflammatory emu oil
is scooped off the bubbling surface
when they're brought to the boil

Dot com bubble crimes

Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life

Celebrity definer lightstyles


.gov vs .org

Bad .com bubble

Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil

Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit

Dot com bubble crimes

Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life

Celebrity definer lightstyles


.gov vs .org

Bad .com bubble

Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil

Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit

Biscuits

What‘s better than a biscuit?

Hard to debunk 

Treasure trunk funk 

Should you let

It get wetter

Would you dare risk it?


The trick a quick dunk

Or could flunk..flick..kerplunk.. 

Mushy chunk sunk..messy junk

Slushy slunk..in the tea you drunk


So at your leisure

Pleasure one’s self

Don’t regret your stealth

Forget your health

Wealth beset on the shelf


So feeling restive?

Yearn for a digestive?

Appealing…suggestive

No shock..dark choc

What else will cut the mustard

With a brew…for a few bob

Recurring theme..does seem

Will always dream 

About a custard cream 

Almost sob…as I Lob

A hob-nob in me gob
 

Ta pour more cha

In fine fettle

Be a slob

Turn on the kettle

Bickies in the jar

On the sofa settle

Sins within tins

Spurn concern

Ignore the racket


As


Hats do doff

Knew from the off 

On a roll

The sole goal

Quaff another cuppa

Down your cake hole

Scoff the whole packet!

genocide

I hear a sound coming from the street hob nail boots on 
NAZIS feet.

Banging on our door WE have come for you  
YOUR name is on our list because your a JEW.

Friends and neighbours people I knew all being persecuted
just for being a JEW.

We had no identity to show who we are just known 
as a JEW and a big YELLOW STAR.

Marched to the train station we are out of luck 
we are loaded into a wooden cattle truck.

Door slide shut the world out of site travelling
all day and through out the night

Not knowing where we are going or what should we do
why are we punished for being a JEW

6 million JEWS were murdered a genocide was done 
this a reminder not just for JEWS BUT FOR EVERYONE....

Roast Sundays

Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast.
It's the day of the week that I cherish the most.
With the veg on the hob and meat in the oven.
The aroma that wafts is a gift sent from heaven.

It's a time for the family to gather round the table.
Which keeps families together and families stable.
Gathered with the family, we laugh and we cheer.
It's the warmth of this day that I hold so dear.

With the carrots and the roasties lined up on the plate.
It's a smell just to savour and i just cannot wait!
So bring on that gravy and serve up that meat.
As this is the time to make Sunday complete.

Whilst we sit at the table, tuck into this feast.
My plate overflowing. This dinner is a beast!
With a belly so full, a home filled with aroma.
One eye on the sofa, for the incoming food coma!

Surrounded by loved ones, we share in the cheer.
It's the day of the week that feels so sincere.
It's a feast for the soul, now time for a toast.
That Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast.

Always be the real you

Her ability to be true to herself frightened teachers and snobs
She had a pet python named Tang, his nickname was Sobs.
Always be the real you was her motto, her mantra and her song.
She despised mean people; if they were around, she would not hob-nob.

Hobgoblin

stand here
   and stead
with staff
   in hand
tawed 
   tined
     and staid
Hob –
   goblin
he, a
   tricky
ol’ fellow
   haughty
     ‘n hasty
       in greed

FROSTY

FROSTY

Frosty the snowman, the hero of the song
Fired from his winter job, as he always got it wrong
Found a job in Florida, cooking burgers on the hob
No longer a snowman, with his new hot summer job
A soulful look in those eyes of coal, sadness was complete
He soon had lost so much weight, a puddle round his feet
After one shift he was fired again when his hat he tried to doff
One serving even got a carrot when his nose fell off
There was so little left of him as he made his way back North
Snowbirds were quite different, travelling back and forth
He made the Canadian border, accumulating snow
Hoping that, given time and cold, his body may re-grow
But up into the mountains, it was so bitter cold he froze 
So now he’s a national statue that everybody knows

Cctv Extract

A fire in the kitchen?
I smell of smoke in the hall.
Somebody is very guiltily 
Washing down the wall.
What’s left of the toaster’s
Just a burnt plastic shell.
Some time last night
We almost had a mini hell.

Thank the Lord for CCTV.
A bit of a disturbing sight
He’d come in a bit tipsy
Just after midnight.
Put the toaster on the hob
Switched the wrong device  on
Seemed blithely unaware that
The smoke alarm had gone.

He’d sat drinking tea
Supremely unaware 
Of the flames and smoke
Swirling around his chair.
A pajamaed figure appears
Smoke alarm must have alerted
Situation quickly sorted 
Potential emergency averted. 

White faced and anxious
Sitting with his dad and me
As we all sit and watch
The  Closed Circuit Tv.
He’d been doing so well
Getting back on track
But, three steps forward
And two steps back.

Give credit where it’s due,
Criticise where it’s earned,
Put it down to experience,
Just another lesson learned.
Mending broken soldiers 
We all voluntarily chose
Win or lose its a gamble
Last night it was close.

Toad In the Hole

Though I'm ugly and I'm old,
And I'm fat and I'm bald,
And I'm grey and I'm cold;
I've still a story to be told …

I've never been a handsome prince
As far as I can tell;
Unless I lost my memory
During a witch’s evil spell!

I started my spawned life in a pond,
In that valley, there beyond,
I haven't always been a 'toad-in-the-hole',
I was once, a cute tadpole,
Hmmmn … those were the days.

I'm a source of fear for superstitious folk
The hapless butt of many a joke,
I'm not endearing, or the least bit cute,
With all the charm of a hob-nail-boot. 

I’m not a worshiper of the sun,
My warty skin preferring it dank,
So I make my home in a shaded hole,
In a man-made stone hedge, or a bank.

You might think that I'm between
A rock and a hard place,
That I've got my back to the wall,
But it's me that's never worked,
Paid tax or had a mortgage,
And never had to go to school!

Keys For the Newish Year

Kitchen catastrophes,
kitty got into the closet
the cat has a key
cold cuts today
no time to cross the equator
in a clapped-out cart.
New Year beer
hob-knobbing with the cousins
from down under.
Skype skipping,
excruciating words
not napping but yapping on.
Kaleidoscopic clips of memories
auld lang syne -ing,
merry making
with the madcap amigos.
Cat nipping,
kitty got out of the closet
she got a key
in me.

My Mood Today

Today I’m a blob
a slob
a glob
a perturbed mob hob
don’t ask me what it means
you will be peter fink snob
you’re ugly and spoiled
and it’s not your business you see,
so get away and stop pestering me.
today I’m a blob, a snob, a glob, 
a perturbed mob hob.
uglier and more surly than
a spilled kernel of a sassy
Iowan corn cob.

Simply the Best

You do it for me, better than tea,
better than Camembert, or a nice runny Brie.
Better than honey, or marmalade toast
or an unexpected letter that arrives in the post.
Better than hob nobs, or baby's smiles,
or the sensual feeling of polished tiles.
Better than Connolly's funniest joke,
or dipping toast soldiers in a nice runny yolk.
Better than finding a twenty pound note
in the inside pocket of an old favourite coat.
Better than bacon with a nice crispy rind,
or a cool gin and tonic to help me unwind.
Better than snow on Christmas Day morning,
or lying in bed, stretching and yawning.
Better than finding jeans that fit,
or a long train journey with places to sit.
Better than bubbles that pop on your nose,
or the feeling of warm, silver sand in your toes.
Better than the tingle of ice on your tongue,
or the warm glow of knowing that you belong.
Better than sunshine, better than rain,
better than the I.Q. of Einstein's brain.
Even better than picking a scabby knee,
you're better than all this and more to me.

Humble

Hibid-di-hob the bob,
'nobody asks you, you're a slob!'

But come the end O' the day,
I'm swept under,
don't curl beds with sheets-

hi to THE-

one more little thing,

it's what I would say to the man grumbling-
'this was shorley food for a minx!'

Well I say to the women fumbling,
how come we are your bees?

I can do that too,
say my whole life on my knees!

I didn't believe in the rouses,

or tearful tenacity outside of the wings,

but I'll bring this home again,

its my third name...

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