Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Afterlife
Afterlife
I'm Blue until I die
Was tattooed on his thigh
So, when the bloke was dead
They buried him in Red.
Afterlife
I'm Blue until I die
Was tattooed on his thigh
So, when the bloke was dead
They buried him in Red.
Hobbo's Poems 
thank god, I said, a new post from Hobbo 🙂 guess I needed cheering 🙂 like that ardent soccer fan when he wakes up in the afer-life 🙂
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This one was inspired by seeing a supporter with ‘Burnley till I die’ tattooed on his arm. It made me laugh and wonder who he’d be supporting when he was dead.
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I wonder if they play soccer up there in the sky?
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Celestial soccer, it’s got a nice ring to it!
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Very thoughtful funeral arrangements. Ah, the irony of sport fanaticism…….Funny, Hobbo. Very funny.
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😂Thank you!
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Harsh! Of course, for my hubby would have to be the other way round…
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Liverpool or Man U?
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Take that back!!! Gooooooners 😂 he better make sure he’s on good terms with me when he dies because you have now given me the idea of burying him in a Tottenham shirt…
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Hehehe. That’d be hilarious!
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🙊
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Oh dear! This did make me laugh!!!! The danger of expressions! The danger of tattoos! The danger of being dead and not being able to speak!
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There is a bit of thought behind that chuckle, and I am glad I made you laugh!
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Well now I had to convert this to a yanks version, always blue and buried in green.
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You get the idea though!
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