Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The Betrayal
The Betrayal You, are my diamond, my jewel, So how can you treat me so cruel? You're my very best friend, you're my wife And I've loved you for most of my life. You're my treasure, the girl I adore, There is no one in life I love more, But it hurts, don't you know, can't you see, When you ask me to make my own tea.
A tragedy!
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Absolutely!
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you trusted her to make your tea anyway? With an attitude like that I’d be checking for additives 🤣
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😂Attitude, what do you mean!
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Fuff. Get over it. 🙂
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Okay!
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It’s a bitter cup y’ll get.
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hehehe! LOL
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Lovely poem. So this means I’m not the only husband getting difficult tasks from the wife?
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Thanks! No. I don’t think they understand the pressures we are under!
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haahahahaahah, Is it too much to ask?
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It could be the thin edge of the wedge!
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Ha.
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