Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Best of friends
Best of friends Me, and a baritone gnome Live in our home, all alone. With no water, and no telephone We must shower using eau de cologne. And once all the perfume has gone, He will burst forth and sing me a song, He was taught by an ugly duck swan Wearing laddered red tights and a thong.
This sounds like a special friendship…
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😂That is one way to describe it!
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Red tights and a thong… The mind boggles!
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😂😂😂
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Oh dear, I rather not visualise that…. 😂
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😂Close your eyes and breathe slowly. it will pass!
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I can’t decide if I’m in three fairy tales, two dreams or just confused. 😀
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Hahaha. I feel a bit like that when I write some of my wackier stuff!🙂
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Oh phew. I couldn’t decide if the poem was wackie or I was daft.
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No, it’s me that’s daft! You’ve no need to worry! 😂
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Oh Mr. H, you’re funny bone has got the best of you today (a foray into odd pairs) I must say, for our amusement. 😅
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Thank you!
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very odd indeed , and a little unsettling: no more images like this, please but fun 🙂
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The image?
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the last line, Hobbo 🙂
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Now I understand. I thought for a moment (just a moment) that you had a problem with the gay couple in the photo. Then I thought, don’t be stupid, he wouldn’t be that narrow minded! Sorry!🙂
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🙂 you’re right, Hobbo: never for a moment did I think that; but us colonials need a bit of watching 🙂
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Thought not. It is something I need to challenge, because my son who lives in Melbourne is gay, so my antennae are super-sensitive to anything vaguely homophobic! 🙂
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