Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Skin
Skin
I have just enough skin,
For the body I'm in.
How lucky is that?
Good job I'm not fat.
I would not have enough
To hide all my stuff,
You'd see my insides
And a lot more besides.
But if I'd just a touch,
Nay, a smidgen too much,
For the pounds that I weigh,
I'd look like a Shar Pei.
So here's to my skin
And the mish-mash within,
Epidermic, my treasure
Has been made to measure.
Good to know, Hobbo! Or was this Dauphy?
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Dauphy I’m afraid!
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He does have a fine looking pelt!
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Hehehe!
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😆. I love it. One supposes we get packed at birth, just so. It’s part of midwifery training. Skin packing and invisible zips 101.
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Thanks! Midwifery training 😂 Love it!
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What’s a little nip n tuck, to firm things up. 😉😁 carbs can stretch it out then it’s got serious marks.
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Stretch marks should be worn proudly, like battle scars!🙂
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Do you know, sometimes I wake up, with my heart full of joy, and am abundantly optimistic for the sanity of human beings.
Other times…
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😂 hahaha!
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good one, buddy, I suspected you were going for the “daft as a brush” effect.
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very clever.Hobbo; a fun poem; love’ the mish-mash’ within’ 🙂
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Thanks John! 🙂
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A great tribute to skin.
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Love the skin you’re in!
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This one a smash! Well done, well done, almost for the kiddies a bit of nursery rhyme.
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Thanks. Yeah it is a bit nursery rhymish.
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Is there anything you cannot rhyme about? 🙂
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😂
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