Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The art of dunking biscuits
The art of biscuit dunking The biscuit was dunked in her tea Four seconds, not five and not three Her timing was wrong She held it too long In it plopped, making cookie debris.
You are a craftsman! Well done.
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Mrs Hobbo says I am crafty, but I don’t think she means it in quite your complimentary manner.
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Very good!
“It sounds like a nicely tuned car,
that can travel to places quite far,
I like what I read,
it was nice what you said,
you can sing it while playing guitar.”
All the best!
Greetings from Spain,
F.
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😂😂😂Very good. I loved this. Thanks for the interaction!
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My pleasure, and greetings from Spain,
Francisco
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Gotta hate it when that happens!
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It’s worse with the choccie ones!
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Loved this. Been there, done that. 😀
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😂
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o, this is magnificent: it is a much neglected topic; you’ve tackled it with gusto and humour 🙂
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Thanks. I’m not sure it has been neglected though. Someone, somewhere in the world will be doing a phD thesis on the subject!😂
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no doubt; your poem was fun — and true 🙂
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Always my problem when dunking 😅
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Definitely an art to it!
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Never heard of dunking biscuits down here. Sounds a silly English thing…..
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😂Yup. It’s a sort of English tradition. Dip your biscuit in your tea or coffee for a few seconds. Try it sometime!
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People in the caff would look at me askance ….wot’s that funny man doing mummy?…it’s rude to stare dear….Shit I’d go all blushy Hobbo…..
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😂😂Practice at home!
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