Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Flat Scream
Flat Scream
I choose to watch news
For its in depth reviews,
Or i flick it to cricket,
And see every wicket.
I might, in the night
Stay up late, watch the fight.
At dawning, still yawning,
A soap in the morning.
Get my fix of the flicks
Which knock me for six.
Mademoiselle, you can tell,
Telly's my lockdown Hell.
I was wondering where this poem was leading; well done, maestro 🙂
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Thanks john. I wonder myself sometimes!😊
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Don’t think I believe that. But it’s a cute little ditty.
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Thanks!
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True, Hobbo. Reality tv is killing me .
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Reality TV, one of my pet dislikes! And why is it called reality, when it is anything but…
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What about Dauphy? Be honest, Dauphy, do you like watching puppy grooming shows?
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That is reality! D.
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