Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Partnerships
Partnerships
There may be a squabble.
Nay, even a wobble.
Marriages aren't always rosy,
But, if he is the one,
Rain soon turns to sun
And once again, everything's rosy.
Hobbo's Poems 
I’d have thought “rose” was a good description. Full of thorns!
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😂 Experience, or cynicism, or both?
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This one’s great, just apt for the title
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Did Mrs H know about this Rosy?
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🤣 Shhhh!
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If he’s not the one, just throw a few buns;. Bakers’ delights make conflict more cosy.
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🤣👏👏
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It’s true. Sometimes you need to turn it off and back on. Let it reset itself.
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That would explain why Mrs H keeps kicking me. I’m being re-booted! 🤣
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Ha, poor Mrs H. She must have an interesting life.
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😂
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Perfect poem to recite in the doorway back from the pub and had one to many.
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I think it might be too late by then! Experience speaking 😂
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