There Once Were Two Bloggers

About Wobbles and Rhyme

There once were two bloggers from Yorkshire,
Who Tweeted each other one day,

And found that they lived around the corner,
So they gate-crashed the nearest soft play,

The one with the brown hair called Gemma,
Had been hatching an awesome idea,
To write a short book for her children,
About this attractive chap here…

blobfish

Now this little fella’s a Blobfish,
And the sight of him made her feel bad,
Who was this poor lonely creature?
What made him so grumpy and sad?

She thought he might like a companion,
So determined to find him a friend,
She dreamed of an ocean adventure,
That would lead him to smile in the end.

She got out her paintbrush and sketchpad,
To draft how his tale should begin.
Our Blobfish was set for his story…

…which is now where the blonde one comes in.

Our Dawn here’s a bit of a poet.
Her blog is called “Rhyming with Wine”.
So I figured she might be the person
To make our new fishy friend rhyme.

And so there on a noisy kids’ playdate,
Whilst our children all played happily,
We plotted our hero’s adventures
Over biscuits and barely warm tea.

Our fish would embark on a mission,
To seek out a wonderful friend,
And learn quite a valuable lesson,
By the time our tale reaches its end.

He’ll work out that things are not always,
the way that they first might appear,
And sometimes the things we most wish for,
Can often already be near.

We present to you now:

Bob the Blobfish,

Which we share with you proudly today,
And we’d love you to give us some pointers,
To help our fab fish on his way.

We hope you enjoy his short story,
As our kids think we’ve done a great job,
And so over to you lovely people:
May we please introduce you to… Bob!

Bob Front Cover

 

Bob is now getting ready to set off on his adventure across the ocean and we will be very excited to share his story with you in due course.

In the meantime we’d love you to join us on our journey by following us on Twitter and Instagram.

Thanks in advance!

Gemma, Dawn & Bob x

Dear Spiders… F**k Off!

Rhymes

Definitely NOT one for little eyes, and we won’t be pitching this as a children’s’ book anytime soon but still…

#verymanyswears #notevensorry 🕷💣🤭

spider

Dear Spiders. 

F**k off.

Yep. Those still reading at this point might have to read that twice.

Our usual Mum-poetry is fluffy and quite nice.

A little out of character, but said with no regrets.

It’s just that each October I appear to have Tourettes.

All cosy in the evening I’ll be sitting peacefully,

When suddenly I’m up and shrieking “B*LL**KS! SH*T! F**K ME!!”

A world full of arachnids lurk and wait for me all stealth.

Each Hell bent on a mission to f**k up my mental health.

I see them all accumulate around each gate and door,

And now and then a cocky b*st**d struts across my floor.

I bought a spider grabber but the stupid beasts are thick!

Confused by all the bristles they just scuttle up the stick!

And so my new objective is DESTROY instead of catch.

I’m fully locked and loaded with some hairspray and a match…**

And when I find the tw*tting thing I’ve worked out what to do,

I’ll pounce just like a ninja and I’ll stroke it with my shoe.

I’ll run about in circles, mad and shuddery and wild…

… Then rush to gain composure as I turn to face my child!

#Sh*t

A momentary *face palm* as I realise I’ve been spied.

Then take the squished up spider bits to be “released” outside!

“It’s just a little spider kids” I mumble with a cough.

My face appears serene whilst thinking “SPIDERS!!! AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!! F**K OFF!!!”

I tend to spend October with my heart rate rather high,

Alert for things that scuttle in the corner of my eye.

There’s just no respite to be found, in this, my month of need,

I snuggle into bed and rummage through my Facebook feed,

When scrolling with my finger I am taken by surprise!

An image of some hairy 8 legged f**ker hits my eyes!

A photo of some creepy beast, so close I see each hair.

Posted by some kindly friend who thought they’d like to share?

Yeah thanks for that you b*st**ds!

Such a thoughtful thing to do!

Stop taking f**king pictures and just HIT IT WITH A SHOE!

“House spiders cannot hurt you.” People nonchalantly scoff.

It’s kind of you to say so, but you too can please f**k off!

They maybe don’t wield weapons but they bloody hurt my brain,

And use their many creepy legs to drive me half insane.

So just for these few weeks please do excuse my frenzied rage,

And multiple profanities that lurk within this page.

Once spider season’s over all goodwill shall be resumed.

Unless you’ve got 8 legs.

In which case:

Please F**k Off! You’re doomed!

🕷 😝

Good luck out there peeps! Stay strong!

Love from us at W&R x

 

**I don’t actually do this. Don’t ever do this. Not ever. 😉