Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Weather front
Weather front With Summer sunshine gone, He slips his cardie on And patiently concludes That she's never in the mood.
Weather front With Summer sunshine gone, He slips his cardie on And patiently concludes That she's never in the mood.
For knitting?
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🤣 For anything!
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Yes, I understand, but want for more from this piece. There is in those four lines, a Frost-ian work aching to reveal itself.
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Me and concise sort of go hand in hand usually, unless I’m away on one of my Yorksher tales.
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There was a big band in the mood, but I guess that would be to much to handle.
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🤣 It would have been a killer
To handle all Glen Miller!
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🤣🤣🤣
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👍😂
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I rather like my jumpers!
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Well, there you go!🙂
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