Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Little Miss Muffet
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?
Hobbo: Er…
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?
Fabulous blog
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Thank you!!
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Love it! 😁
Although I can’t see me ever eating from a buffet again! Or a slice of birthday cake after someone has blown out the candles!!
Can you IMAGINE??!! 🤢
Still, its nice to reminisce 😉🖤
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😂😂 Yuck!
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I know!!
I don’t even want to think about ten pin bowling!! 😱😆🖤
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😂😂
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🤢😂🖤
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a dream team; I like that: you and the Dauph work well together; enjoyed this 🙂
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Thank you John, always nice to read your comments. 🙂
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