Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Babies…
Babies...
Babies need a room to grow,
And ladies have all got 'em,
Big brother told me - he should know,
They fall, out of your bottom!
Babies...
Babies need a room to grow,
And ladies have all got 'em,
Big brother told me - he should know,
They fall, out of your bottom!
Not my bottom; all of my boys are adopted! 😂
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Aww, that is delightful. 👍🙂
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Two brothers. I wanted to keep them together. They’re living far away now, all grown up with kids of their own. One in America and the other in Bogotá. 🥰 Life is a constant surprise, Hobbo.
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Yes, that is very true. You never know what life is going to throw your way.🙂
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😂😂 Don’t worry! The baby has hard hat and high vis for protection when exiting mum in this precipitous manner. (The high vis in in case of awkward timing such as when Mum is in a dark forest, picking mushrooms).
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🤣🤣 Dad being in a dark forest, picking mushrooms, was the cause of the baby in the first place!
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😂😂😂
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🤣👍
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BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! So Precious!!!!
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🤣 Thankl you Eleanor, love the comment.
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Well, not exactly as easy as just falling out! hahaha
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😂 A kid at my school bet all her pocket money that was how it happens!
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