Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The short-sighted cricketer
The short sighted cricketer
The batsman strolled up to the crease,
Stumbling and peering and prying,
Then took out a handsome glass piece,
And said,"Hang on, I'm getting my eye in."
Hobbo's Poems 
Nice verse
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😂. I enjoy deciding whether to keep my hair on these days.
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Good for you. Positive thinking. Same with my teeth!👍🤣🤣
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😂😂. Honestly, it’s pure luck that my head stays on, I am that absent minded.
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🤣 I can hear my gran now, saying “You’d forget your head if it was loose!” Not heard that for ages.
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😂😂😂 excellent.
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🙂
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Love it.
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Now that’s what I call “keeping an eye on the ball”. 😁
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😂😆
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I hope the referee was not upset and said “don’t you eyeball me”
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hehehe!
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