Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Tough Cricket
Tough Cricket
Cricketers use many balls,
Red, and white and pink,
But when it hits them in the smalls,
Then they turn black, I think.
Tough Cricket
Cricketers use many balls,
Red, and white and pink,
But when it hits them in the smalls,
Then they turn black, I think.
😀 😀 (sorry when on my computer I don’t know how to do laughing face so you have to accept big smiles instead) “You there! Bowler! Stay away from Silly Mid On!!”
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🤣🤣 More than happy with big smiles!
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Blue, purple, then black, usually.
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🤣 Then a sort of dirty yellow.
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🤣 exactly.
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Hehe, those ballers.
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Mr M thinks this is excellent. Huge compliment because he always says, amongst other things, that he doesn’t like, meaning understand, poetry. 😂
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😂Thank Mr M from me and Dauphy!
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