Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Off-putting
Off-putting
Like a flea on a bee,
I go weak at the knee
At the sight of your sensuous body
But over the years,
You've grown massive ears
And I can't help but thinking of Noddy.
Hobbo's Poems 
Had to google.. Noddy’s not a thing here.
This one reminded me of Michael Landon, who’s ears were distractingly large
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Sorry, should have put a note on. God bless Saint Google! 😂
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There is much to giggle about here. 😁. The thought of a flea on a bee with weak knees😂😂. Was it the breeze from the bee’s wing speed? And then poor Noddy who rhymes but has ears quite petite but his big-eared friend was, annoyingly, called Big Ears. 😂😂. A blyton on surprises!
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🤣 You are a veritable muckle of chuckles this morning Worms.
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My husband says “a souffle” instead of “a muckle”. 😀 A veritable souffle.
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😂
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😂😂
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👍😊
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