Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Garden Gnomes
Garden Gnomes
He tried to play bowls
With his miniature trolls.
Couldn't knock a thing over,
Each ball a misnomer.
Garden Gnomes
He tried to play bowls
With his miniature trolls.
Couldn't knock a thing over,
Each ball a misnomer.
Beautiful blog
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😀 Very punny!! 😀 😀 A ball by any other name would be a misnomer.
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😂 Thank you!
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No worries. It’s an astrognomical achievement!
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😂
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love the word play of that last line 🙂 and the whole nutty concept of gnomes playing bowls 🙂
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Thanks John. You have to be within a certain bandwidth to appreciate some of my stuff. I do realise that!🙂
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I think so. 😀
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🙂
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An occasional spare pin,
would bring on a grin.
Hid behind mask and beard
while the trolls loudly jeered. Fun times, Hobbo. Figure, we’ll get to bowl this year?
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Hehehe! I like this. I’m hoping to go to Oz at the end of the year if this madness ever ends!
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