Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Mott the Hoople
Mott the Hoople Without any scruple, he played Mott the Hoople, thus causing his vinyl to rot. So, switching his focus, to play Hocus Pocus, his girl caught him Hoopling the Mott.
Hee Hee Hee. You’ve reminded me of another joke!
There’s a radio announcer on a classical station and he has a bit of a speech impediment. He’s struggling a bit with one of the pieces he has to announce. He goes to get help from a speech therapist who recommends that he just needs to relax and not think about it. She gives him a drug which help achieve this aim.
The next morning he obediently takes his pill an hour before and then proudly announces
“And now we are going to hear Korsky Rimskakov’s Bum of the Flightle Bee!”
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🤣🤣🤣 I love these daft sponnerisms!
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you tell a good joke, Worms and you write a daft little poem; I do remember Mott The Hoople because of the unusual name but can’t remember what they sang 😦
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All the young dudes would remember John.😂
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ahh yes; I liked that one 🙂
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👍 I’m pleased I could roll away that stone for you!
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