Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Flying Fish
Flying Fish
There's a new craze in town,
To play when you're down.
WetBet is the race,
And I got third plaice.
Flying Fish
There's a new craze in town,
To play when you're down.
WetBet is the race,
And I got third plaice.
Hobbo's Poems 
you’r getting earlier and earlier, Hobbo but I do like this one esp the word play in the last line 🙂 never tried plaice; not sure if we get it in Oz?
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Thanks John. Plaice is a saltwater flat fish. Quite tasty.😊
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Do you eat it off the plaicemat?
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😂Are you codding?
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Ha ha ha. Nah. Just bream full of puns.
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😂😂You win!
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😀 It’s a mackerel! I never win anything!
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You thought eel beat me, but you were wrong.
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😀 😀 I’m just defishent. Gosh darn it.
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🤣🤣🤣
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third plaice – clever : )
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Thanks!
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