Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
I love you to bits…
Love you to bits..
You're the flirt
in a skirt.
The snag
In our snog.
You're a nail
in my mail.
The weed
in my need.
You're the pest
in my vest.
The fly
in my eye.
You're the wart
in my court.
The itch
in my snitch.
You're the clot
That I've got.
You're the nit
in my knot...
...and I love you to bits.
It’s awfully beautiful. I mean the sentiment is so lovely but some of it is very gritty. Lol. I hope Mrs Hobbo likes it.
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Thank you. Mrs Hobbo loves this sort of stuff. She knows that I’ma big softy really!đ
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đ well that’s perfect then.
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The romantic Yorkshireman strikes again!
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Romance was born in Yorksher!
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You definitely have your own way of expressing love. đ
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It’s a Yorkshire thing!đ
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Ahahah
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I read posts top-down, so you understand my bit of backward. So. About a celebration, eh? Which reinforces my supposition there’s more to keeping you in line than Dauph. I would think though, that is, I surely hope, your ribaldry is for WPsians’ sake alone, else you need to consider just how lucky you are to get away with what you do.(Still, chuckling, still chuckling.)
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Oh don’t worry, Mrs Hobbo loves me really. She said so this morning whilst she was polishing my clogs!
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