Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A rewarding lunch
A rewarding lunch
Me and the missus
Are doing the dishes.
I'm up to my elbows in suds,
She is wiping away,
When I hear her say.
"Afternoon delight, is for puds!
Hobbo's Poems 
Well! Fade to black. There are children here! 😉
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As a child, I thought that afternoon delight was an expensive chocolate bar we weren’t allowed! 😂
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😁
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🤣. I had to Google it.b
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🤣🤣
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ah, teamwork!
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Just so!
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70s music was pretty darn good.
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My best era I think. I’ve been going downhill ever since😊
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What are we talking about here? For some reason I have the urge for a cigarette 🚬! 😅
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🙈🤣
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So the dishwasher wasn’t a good invention then?
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The bed was a better one! 😂
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