Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Hair, Hair
Hair, Hair I used to have hair on my head, Now I'm old, I'm as bald as a coot. It sprouts from my nostrils instead So, only my nose is hirsute.
Hair, Hair I used to have hair on my head, Now I'm old, I'm as bald as a coot. It sprouts from my nostrils instead So, only my nose is hirsute.
My eyebrows are hisrute too… 😂
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Show off!😂
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love this one, Hobbo: fully empathise with it: my grandson would comment how the hairs from my nostrils looked like the tusks of a boar 🙂
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Nice one grandson! Not to mention ears and eyebrows…
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In modern houses, the ensuites have hissute and hersute. Then down the hall are all the little babysutes.
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😂 They could all just share a three piece sute!
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I guess it’s whatever sutes though. 🙂
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😂 Okay. I give in. You win!
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So true! 😀 I think these modern houses are a bit stoopid.
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Lol indeed a hirsute situation.
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😂
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Reminds me of the joke; Daddy, daddy look the man has grown trough his hair.
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Very funny Ulle!
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Hirsute chin for the older women. Gotta embrace the weird, buy some tweezers or grow a beard.
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Go for the bearded look,
Show them you don’t give a fig!
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Fuzzy peach fur, let’s see how long you will grow (should have started this at the beginning of quarantine).
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Hahaha! Very funny.
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