Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Paradox
Dauphy: I was just thinking.
Hobbo: Oh yeah.
Dauphy: Was there ever a time before time?
Hobbo: That’s a really good question. I don’t know.
Dauphy: But you’r a poet.
Hobbo: Yeah.
Dauphy: I thought that poets were great philosophers, thought they new the answer to everything.
Hobbo: Not me Dauphy. I’m not that type of poet. I just write daft ditties to try and make people laugh.
Dauphy: Ahh! Can I have my tea now then?
Hobbo: Plenty of time!
They’re great ponderers, aren’t they, dogs?
Cats think about food.
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Dogs all the way!
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Deep thinkers, dogs.
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Our four-footed, lop-eared, tail-wagging buds are the real philosophers. Without their guidance…
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Indeed…we’d be lost!
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love this … and the comments; I have a dog who appears regularly in my posts; not regular enough, he says 🙂
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reading this again: i had such fun the first time: ‘daft ditties’ I love that, I love the self deprecation; when we can no longer laugh at ourselves it is time to put down the pen and take up gardening 🙂
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Thanks. I agree about laughing at ourselves.
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