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BO'S BOBBLES

By Dooogal

Nan was thoughtful one winters' day,
“What I will do, she heard herself say,
Is knit a new blanket, for the baby to be,
How shall I do it, now let me just see”.

With clicketty clicks, from her knitting sticks,
She clickled away, she clickled all night, she clickled all day,
She clickled at noon, she clickled at tea,
She clickled those sticks, for the blanket to be.

Next thing she knew, was it would not do,
So set about knitting a bobble or two,
She knitted not one, she knitted not two,
She knitted so many her fingers went blue.

A girl called Bo with a bobbidy way,
Was given a blanket a cold winters' day,
And discovered some bobbles, well quite a lot,
So thought to herself, what's this that I’ve got?

Bo bobbled briskly, the bobbles she found,
She'd twist and twirl, then jiggle them around,
Bo bobbled a while, then she could see,
“A bobbily blanky, especially for me”.

She bobbled with fingers and bobbled with toes,
She bobbled her elbows and bobbled her nose,
She bobbled her head and bobbled her eyes,
She bobbled her ears, which was a surprise.

She bobbled at night and bobbled at day,
“That girl is bobbling”, she could hear them say,
“It must be the bobbles that she likes to play,
She's a bibbidy Bo, with a bobbily way”!

Bo bobbled her cat, when quietly sat,
With her bobbily blanky and her bobbily hat,
And Olly the cat would try and share,
Some of Bo's bobbles and some of Bo's hair.

At bath time with bubbles, Bo tried to hide,
She hid in the sofa, but then she got spied,
So covered her head with the blanky she plays,
With her sisters in giggles, at Bo's funny ways.

Bo got distressed and suddenly frowned,
When she saw all her bobbles, were spinning around,
“Don’t be so sad”, her mum had to say,
“Bobbles like this, when it is washday”.

Bo bobbled at three and bobbled at four,
And age five and six, she bobbled galore,
Bo bobbled at seven and bobbled at eight,
The comfort of blanky always felt great.

A bobble had moved, to a sniffilly sound,
“Oh”, thought Bo,” what’s this that I’ve found”?
She moved it sideways, and saw a small head,
It was her hamster, trying to take it for bed !

Bo had decided at a young age,
Some kinds of food, were not all the rage,
The way she would protest, she used till her teens,
Just sit there and bobble and stare at the beans! .

Bo also decided when she was eight,
That carrots and peas weren't meant to be ate,
Bo used her bobbles and thought of a plan,
“Put them back in the plant pots whenever I can”.

One night in bed, some thunder did roar,
With growls and huge flashes of lightning galore,
Bo sneaked a peek, from the window to see,
Then bobbled for safety, with not one but three.

Bo had decided, when she went to school,
“If I take my blanky, I may not look cool”,
So with mums help and a smile on her face,
Made a miniature blanky, to fit in her case.

Bo went on long journeys, whenever she could,
Sitting in back seat with bobbles was good,
Watching the whizzing of wheels go by,
For picnics on blanky, if weather was dry.

On many adventures the blanky had been,
With little Bo and the places she'd seen,
With bobbling fingers and bobbling toes,
And still why she bobbled, nobody knows.

Bo went to the seaside, with bucket and spade,
She fell in a sandpit, her daddy had made,
With blanky and bucket still in her hand,
She was up to her head, in bobbles and sand !

It does have its problems, Bo had to admit,
When she ended up gaining an extra white bit,
That If taking a nap, for a sunbathing dream,
Then wake up to find where the bobbles had been.

Bo went to a farm, where geese gaggled loud,
They all saw her blanky, of which she was proud,
Then all the geese gathered, in a chorus of squabbles
Not to see Bo, but to get all of her bobbles!

Someone said “Sheep”, so Bo went to see,
But they all ran to hide, behind an old tree,
They stood there and trembled, but tried to look cool,
And looked with suspicion, at Bo's bobbles of wool.

Bo went to a zoo and an ostrich did spy,
Some of Bo's bobbles, with a very keen eye,
As Bo gave a jump and thought “what the heck,
It’s after my bobbles, with its very long neck”

When Bo went boating, some bobbles got wet,
And fearing for blanky, was getting upset,
So clung on to the others and hoped they'd stay dry,
Then shouted at dad,”you will make me cry”.

The water was choppy, the boat full of wobbles,
And Bo held on tight, to all of her bobbles,
Then came a big splash and one went astray,
And Bo sat there sadly, as it floated away.

Bo and her family went on a short break,
To a park that had ducks, that swam in a lake,
Outside the caravan, some ducks came to play,
One gobbled a bobble, then waddled away!

Bo chased the duck, she wanted it back,
The duck scurried off and made a loud quack,
Bo shouted, “Duck, you got that somehow,
I hope that your ducklings start bobbling now”.

Bo took her cat camping, then heard a loud shriek,
That woke her at night, so she went to peek,
With bobbles in hand, she shone out her light,
And was met with surprise, at a very odd sight.

Of a hedgehog with prickles, checking her cat,
And a very spooked cat, that didn't like that,
Bo thought daft cat, “just get with the trends,
Its only a hedgehog, that wants to be friends”.

Bo trod over mountains and went around lakes,
When she went hiking, with some of her mates,
They spent the nights camping, in very strange places,
Bo’s evening bobbling, put smiles on all faces.

They hiked over country and hiked through the towns,
They learnt about nature and its many sounds,
But caught on a bush and to Bo was unknown,
A bobble is out there, now lost and alone.

Bo went off skating, one day on the ice,
With bobbily blanky, she thought it was nice,
But a new situation, around her she found,
Of Bo up on her bobbles, but down on the ground!

Bo went to the shops, for bangles and beads,
She wanted these things, for her fashionable needs,
The assistant showed bobbles, in a way that would please,
Bo said ”no thank you “, I've got all of these”.

One of Bo's missions, was to bake cakes,
She would bobble her blanky, to each one she makes,
But she had to be careful, as one was a flop,
It came out of the oven, with bobbles on top !

Bo went to a cafe, to enjoy some tea,
Her bobbily blanky had fell off her knee,
A waiter came over, who thought he was able,
To pick up Bo's bobbles and wipe up a table!

Someone reported an odd kind of sound,
One day in the library, which could not be found?
The librarian decided to take a good look,
And saw Bo in the corner and bobbling a book.

As Bo grew more, the bobbles got less,
Lost and undone, with most in a mess,
Some tied in knots and held on by string,
No good as a blanky, just a bobbling thing.

Bo bobbled her bobbles, or at least she did try,
Then one day could see, as she let out a sigh,
The blanky that was, is nearly no more,
With only some bobbles left, just about four.

Bo's latest venture, would make everyone stare,
As she firmly decided to colour her hair,
But while she was colouring, she didn't quite think,
And woke in the morning, to find some bobbles pink!

Bo kept her handbag full of necessary things,
Of baubles and bangles and other girl blings,
Then someone who’d seen asked, ”what are those?
Bo said “what these? They go with my clothes “.

Bo went to the pictures and queued up for sweets,
She wanted some ice cream and other nice treats,
A boy in the queue was being just rude,
Laughing at Bo, as she patiently queued,

His mates had all thought, he really was funny,
As Bo paid for her treats with some of her money,
But someone complained, just as she turned round,
And said, in the popcorn, a bobble was found!

But one day Bo rushed, to get to her class,
When something went missing and left on the grass,
Later that day she had realised with fright,
She would not be able to bobble that night.

Bo now so sad, thought how can this be,
There always and always were bobbles for me,
The bobbles were gone and the blanky no more,
And Bo was dismayed and feeling unsure.

Then Bo remembered her old trinket chest,
That kept all the bobbles, the ones she loved best,
The one for the elbow, the one for the knee,
The best one at two, the favourite at three.

The one that went missing, when she was four,
The one from a baby, that made her feel sure,
The one that went stringy and held on by thread,
The one that came off, found under her bed.

The one she would bobble, to a favourite song,
The one that was short, but then became long,
The one at aged five, had turned into string,
The one at age six, she was always jiggling.

The one that was special and always reserved,
The one from her plan, when carrots were served,
The one that went black, for reasons unknown,
The one almost last, from when she had grown.

Nan had found out, on a lovely spring day,
So her rescue missions then come into play,
She realised blankys' can't always last,
And set about knitting another one fast.

So She clickled at noon, she clickled at tea,
She clickled those sticks, for a blanket to be,
She knitted more bobbles, yes, bobbles galore,
Then gave it with love, for Bo to adore.

Bo's eyes lit up bright, with smiles aglow,
Nan made a new blanky and Bo didn’t know,
For a bobbling future so she'd never be glum,
With a bobbily blanky and adventures to come.

The meaning of BO, is a bobble in knitting,
And for little Bo, it really was fitting,
So if you should see, a girl with red hair.
It might just be Bo, with her bobbles and flair.

This poem is Copyright Â© dooogal