Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
An Elegy
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…
at least he cares…
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😂 he’s only worried who’ll feed him!
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true of em all 🤣
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🙂
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I think your dog is very special!
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Aww! I’ll tell him you said so.🙂
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Well now, he’s certainly brief and to the point.
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That’s my Dauphy!😂
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that Dauphy; he doesn’t pull punches 🙂
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😂
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