Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Gift
The Gift I bought my wife some bath bombs An anniversary gift, Should have stuck to flowers, She turned her nose up, sniffed. She ran her bath that evening, Romantically she sang. As she shut the door behind her, I waited for the bang. Not a sausage, not a whimper, They'd sold me bath bomb duds. I'm going back tomorrow For a refund on my goods. Thanks to Mr Bump for inspiring this one!
That’s funny, that image even looks like her (in my dreams)
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😂 we must share the same dream!
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a fun piece: nothing worse than ‘a bath bomb dud’ 🙂
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Kapow!
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😂
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hahaha
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🙂
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No bang for yer buck…shame!
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Duds in the suds eh!
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You evil dude. It snuck up on me what your man was waiting for. Clever.
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Mr bump gave me the idea!
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Ha ha! I hadn’t thought of how they’re a misnomer!
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😂 Misnomer! There’s an idea!
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Really fun. Luckily we only have a shower so I should be able to avoid this trap.
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😂 Pleased to hear it!
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Haha! Nice twist there
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😂 Thank you!
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Brilliant! Very funny. Yeah stick to flowers or even plants. Poison ivy is good…..
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Thank you. Deadly nightshade also popular!
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