Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The philanderer
The philanderer
For the price of ten fags and a beer
The sailor had caught gonorrhea
When his wife made advances
He didn't take chances
He told her he'd got diarrhoea.
Hobbo's Poems 
Lucky call, Mr Sailor.
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😂Good job he could think on his feet, or lying down even!
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Sailors are trained for matters like this, I suppose (quick thinking, I mean) 😀 😀 😀
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So they are!😂
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Ha, that cover-up is stinky. Hehe…..
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Hehe! Stinky, but effective!😂
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good call 🙂
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I thought so! Quick thinking.🙂
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I hope he got himself some penicillin!
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Me too!
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hehe
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I hope he’s better at lying than he is at monogamy. 🙂
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😂It’s just a question of him keeping a straight face!
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And running to the loo frequently. 😆
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😂😂
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The wife was quiet clever, smelled through his bullshit,
fixed him a breakfast that
would clear it up. 😬🤫🤭
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😂Never underestimate a woman!
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😁
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Bromide? 😉🖤
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Could work! 🙂
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😁🖤
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😂😂😂🖤
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😂
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