Hobgoblin

Please forgive me - I am not up to creating a proper blogpost this evening. For one thing, I am rather poorly with some kind of virus that has congested my breathing tubes and chest for three or four days now. In addition, I went down to Frances and Stew's house earlier on  to watch my beloved Hull City get beaten by two goals to one in the first round of The League Cup. More woe. 

Afterwards, I drove on to the Tesco superstore at Abbeydale to purchase vital supplies including the can of Hobgoblin Gold Beer that I am currently supping. Why is the hobgoblin on the can looking at me like that? It's a brand new design. The stuff of nightmares. The hobgoblin looks like that Vance fellow over in America.

So that is all that you are getting from me tonight. I am thinking of entering this poor excuse for a blogpost in the "Worst Blogpost of the Year" competition. Perhaps it could win an award. A lifetime supply of Hobgoblin beer.

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Sun

 May the sun

In its strength

Mirror

That of

The Son

Pour my cup

Fill it up

And keep 

It going

So I

Can pass

It on

Fulfill me

So I lack nothing

Or seek 

Something

I think 

I want

But will

Leave me

Hungry

And thirsting 

For the 

Good stuff

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