Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Shredded Meat
Shredded Meat
Dance prepared,
in trousers flared,
I took a fork
and pulled some pork.
Shredded Meat
Dance prepared,
in trousers flared,
I took a fork
and pulled some pork.
After other embarrassments, I will not guess what this is about. A disco pig? 😂
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🤣You are okay, it is just a bit of silly nonsense. After writing it I did realise that it could be read euphemistically!
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😂😂. None the wiser. I will just snort and trim my trotters.
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🤣🤣🤣
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Best parties are in the kitchen 😀
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😂 Always!
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I finished a whole cup of coffee thinking about this poem, and now I’m going to stop. 😂😂😂 Sorry. 😂 (snort)
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🤣🤣🤣 I honestly rattled this off as a bit of comical nonsense. It was only after I typed it I saw the double entendre and euphemism in it. It’s actually quite dark I think. What do I know, I only wrote it! 😂
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My brain is a bit binary this morning, so the nuances escaped me. 😂
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👍 No worries. It am what it is anyway!
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🤨 a leg up and get down to business?
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😂😂
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