Hobbo: You look a bit tired mate.
Dauphy: I’ve been up all night writing a poem.
Hobbo: What’s it about?
Dauphy: Those special days that you sometimes post.
Hobbo: Let’s hear it then.
Little Miss Muffet (by Dauphy) Little Miss Muffet Sat on her buffet Eating her pie and peas Too hot for her knees They fell on the floor And little Miss Muffet Said,"Stuff it."
Dauphy: What do you think?
Dauphy: You don’t like it. Do you?
Hobbo: It’s not that. It’s not National Buffet day today, it’s National Buffet day.
Dauphy: Buffet as in loads of food gets dropped on the floor for me to eat?
Hobbo: That’s the one.
Dauphy: Now you tell me! It took ages to write that.
Hobbo: I suppose she could have gotten her pie and peas from the buffet?
Dauphy. Brilliant! That’s what I meant all along. We make a great team don’t we?