Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Shopping Al Fresco
Shopping Al Fresco
When shopping for food
She always went nude,
A decision eccentric, if rash,
But the girl was no fool
And though sometimes cool,
She was never again stuck for cash.
When the vegies are out, the vegies are out. As it should be. 😉
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🤣🤣 They need to be kept fresh though!
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Well, nobody pays full price for wilted greens. That’s true.
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😂
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I bet she wasn’t!
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🤣 A canny lass!
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Dare I ask where she kept her cash and keys?
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😂 She had a small handbag to cover her essentials!
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Ah. Yes, that would certainly help!
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🙂
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Fresh flesh, always a big seller.
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Always! 😂
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Shoppers would run screaming if I tried that.
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😂 I did ask Mr H, but she flatly refused!
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LOL!
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😂
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I hope this wasn’t modeled after your own strategies…
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🤣 I’m far too shy!
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I’m beginning to wonder about that claim, Hobbo.
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It’s true!
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