Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Wisdom of age
Wisdom of age
Young bull and old bull, taking time out to chew,
Spy some cows peering over a wall,
"Let's run over there, and we'll service a few."
"Son, we'll walk, and we'll service them all!"
Hobbo's Poems 
🙂🙂 Unless they run away, old bull. I have watched our chickens. Sometimes they just don’t want any service. Round and round the lavender bush. Sometimes you have to run. 🙂
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🤣🤣 That’s the fickleness of ladies for you, I guess.
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Or is it the presumptuousness of the male party? It is no more fickle to not want something than to want it. 🙂
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🤣I can feel the kernel of a rhyme coming on!
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You do? Does it rhyme with party and have an unpleasant aroma?
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Nope, but I know exactly where you are coming from!
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Yes! Behind an old bull!! 😂😂
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🤣🤣🤣
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My Dad always said, Don’t run if walking gets you there easier. He was a postman.
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Posties are renowned for their pearls of wisdom. 🙂
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My dad was a pearl, that’s for sure.
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👍 Pleased to hear it. 🙂
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Based on the Cherokee tale of Bison bulls educating the yearling bulls.
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Indefensabull!
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