Boasted my 'new friend,' “A life well-lived is mine
In the capitals of Europe I've sampled vintage wine
Hob-nobbed with the jet-set in Vegas and the Hills
Always a celebrity there to pick up the bills”
“Changed wives a few times, I’m proud to admit
They seem to tire of the night life and my endless wit
As for children, I guess I wasn’t one for diapers or tears
Ha ,ha. Successfully avoided my biggest fear"
I listened to my friend’s account with growing dismay
How can man his (precious) life throw away?
Freely admit am more than a bit of a Test cricket junkie
VIP pass doff for punky class of Bazball’s start so spunky
Revel in rocking devil may care peacocking flair so funky
But when stuttered became rather cluttered and clunky
Then Ben not with his men again is still a cheeky monkey
Iffy getting squiffy forgot curfew & in a jiffy all got gunky
Palaver in a lather farce of toff ECB job & gob of slob Key
Smelt wrong the pong not dope has felt old school skunky
Hunky stallion did quaff the trough now rapscallion donkey
Scoff not bob on plunky fob off dob em in for being a flunky
Got a cob on Baz a show off ar*e & Rob chubby and chunky
Sob should burn on the hob as each other’s jail bit*h bunkie
Turn the door k*ob in lob Baz & Bob then Ben lose the key
Your brain spilled like wine
Roots severed in gory detail
Thorn's twist around the vine,
I loved that you were not fine.
And you ate my leftovers
greedily: an apple core, a slice of salami and my chocolate cake
infantile on the couch curled, my
Caterpillar cucooned in bedcovers.
I loved that you died
by my side
Reverse birth and I knew you'd do it
I knew you'd done it when I walked
through the door
and it smelt like silk.
In the kitchen, where the hob held some sort of memory
I thought of how my red legacy spilt through
the white duvet,
And how
you could never make a fuss when I didn't stay
And how you could never really cook,
though you tried to.
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
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
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
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!
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....
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.
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.
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 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
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.
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!
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.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.