Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
In a pickle
In a pickle
Trick-trick, trick-trick, trickle,
I'm busting for a wee,
Nick-nick, nick-nick, nickel,
They charged a little fee.
I haven't had a pee since breakfast,
And now it's half past three,
So, pick-pick, pick-pick, pickled
Onions for my tea,
Fick-fick, fick-fick, fickle,
He'll not say no to me!
I paid two euro to pee in the Louvre. And it was more in the toilets. 😉
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In Stockholm I needed a wee but only had Danish kroner, and Swedish kroner are a different shape so they wouldn’t fit in the slot. Finally a lovely young girl have me the 50 kroner so I could empty myself.
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😂 Kind young lady!
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Some fee’s are easy to get pissed over.
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Funny Ulle 🤣👍
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I hate it when you have to pay to pee. Where else do they think you are going to put it? Great poem.
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Thank you hhl! 🙂
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