Dauphy: I’ve written you an elegy.
Hobbo: Well that’s very kind of you Dauphy, but you may have noticed that I’m not dead yet.
Dauphy: It will happen eventually, and I thought Mrs Hobbo might want someone to say a few kind words about you.
Hobbo: That’s true, but who’s going to read it out if I’m not around.
Dauphy: We’ll worry about that later…
An Elegy Here fly the ashes of Hobbo the Poet. Life's clock had stopped before he could slow it. Elegy written in case he got ill. Nothing to leave you don't look for a will.
Hobbo: Thanks Dauphy. That’s so sweet…