Hob Poems - Poems about Hob

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

...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 sum......Read the rest...

...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 h......Read the rest...

...Valentine's Day is more special when you Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue. Add appeal to the meal, And show him/her how you feel, With a side dish not found on the menu: With faj......Read the rest...

...Washing Up It's high time I did the washing up What a chore, What a bore, I crept into the Kitchen, just look at the mess Now I want to wash up, even less A baking tray on its edge Seventee......Read the rest...

...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 memo......Read the rest...

...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 und......Read the rest...

...Employment quest sought December 11th, 2021 Across cyberspace, the following epistle yours truly (me) doth lob as the figurative pressure tightens on the virtual knob, I would moost certainly......Read the rest...

...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 pest......Read the rest...

...Guy Fawkes' Night By the middle of October the piles are growing. English weather fails to dampen childhood enterprise. Gangs traverse the streets in forage To drag, on broken prams, a hoard,......Read the rest...

...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 ba......Read the rest...

...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 s......Read the rest...

...Jackaroozapoo — You Don’t Say? Someone or even something conceived or made that’s associated with pure utter nonsense can be indeed quite real and tangible to those who choose to believe in this......Read the rest...

...Ones plot is as one does it is the connection with God and the rails of reality love thy plot for without you are shot a lost plot may never be recovered, a rogue plot may never be captive,......Read the rest...

...Jane had a stutter She took her time to speak Her little sister Lucy lisped Which sounded rather sweet Her father had a loud voice He was master of the house Her mother spoke softly Like a tim......Read the rest...