Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Sausages
Sausages You are a silly old sausage, she teased. Well, let's be more specific, he wheezed. Am I Andouille, tasty but smelly, Or a small Chipolata, a body like jelly. A spicy Chorizo, made up of hot stuff, Or a big handsome Bratwurst, who can't get enough. I was thinking of Breakfast, because of the taste, Lacking in substance, but too good to waste.
Lol. Lacking in substance but too good to waste. That’s vsome kind of backhander… Or fore hander I guess. I was recently reminded of one of Leonard Cohen’s songs in which he said “She told me again she preferred handsome men, but for me she would make an exception.”. I love this line and yours reminds me of it somewhat.
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Thanks, I love that Leonard Cohen line. A bit of self deprecation!
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some great lines there, Hobbo: a tasty, titilllating tease of a piece; jolly good one: I can tell you had fun with this — and that’s how the best light verse is written: in a spirit of play 🙂
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Thank you, and Dauphy loves sausages!
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Hilarious….how is it you have me laughing out loud so easily. You forgot the frankfurter, the flirter.
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Frankfurter flirter hehehe. You obviously have the same sense of humour!
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You forgot the knockwurst, maybe short and thick but oh so filling…oh geezzz I did type that, didn’t I? Mr H you bring out the wurst. 🤦♀️😅
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hehe!
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