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Dobby’s Advent XV

Dobby sinks her teeth into day Fifteen And Fish gets very exasperated He yearns for Dobby to clean up her act Instead of the havoc she created! More Advent action tomorrow…..

Dobby’s Advent XIV

Dobby decorates Number Fourteen With spiky berries and holly And now she’s already bored! This is NOT the season to be jolly!! More Advent action tomorrow….

Dobby’s Advent XIII

What did I tell you?! A short life span for the balloon Dobby can’t resist sinking in her teeth And the moment was too opportune! More Advent action tomorrow…..

Dobby’s Advent XII

Dobby climbs up number Twelve With a beautiful balloon that’s red Although it is floaty and pretty It will swiftly meet a sticky end!! More Advent action tomorrow……

Dobby’s Advent XI

For the Eleventh, Dobby and Fish Each climb a number one Even though Fish reached the top first He has to pretend Dobby had won! More Advent action tomorrow……

Dobby’s Advent IX

Dobby climbs the number nine As usual looking for trouble And at other people’s misfortunes She will certainly chuckle! More Poetry Advent action tomorrow…….

Dobby’s Advent VII

Today the seventh is opened By Octi, Dobby’s favourite squeaky siren Cat toys and Fish flock to her feet(s) but she’s going out with a toy called Brian! More Advent Action tomorrow!

Dobby’s Advent

Christmas is coming The nut roast is getting fat The Advent candles’ been lit by a grumpy and bossy cat More Advent Action tomorrow!

Hello Poetry Lovers Welcome back to another Yuletide Special. Today’s poem penned by the wonderful poet Heather Mary Sullivan still has the cynical theme running through these seasonal posts but it’s warm and hilarious. See how many memories flood back for you. It certainly took me back. Read on At the End of Christmas DayContinue reading “At the End of Christmas Day”

Yawntide

Hello Poetry Lovers I know! I know! We’re still in November but I couldn’t resist sneaking a Yuletide piece in here. Now, I’m sorry (or am I?) that its on the pessimistic side and I promise to write a more positive one shortly. However, the older we get, the less magical Christmas becomes. Perhaps becauseContinue reading “Yawntide”