Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Saints
Saints When the Saints go marching in, before you lumber me in their number, where are the going, and where have they been?
Saints When the Saints go marching in, before you lumber me in their number, where are the going, and where have they been?
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I would love to say they’re going to get beaten by Arsenal but that doesn’t look likely this season 🤣
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😂 Didn’t Arsenal used to have a football team at one time!!
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So I hear…
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Just taking the bins down to the road. It’s bin night.
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😂 Saints recycling!
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what a stunning picture you chose, Hobbo; as a teenager I always wondered about the saints and the gruesome deaths they underwent; and then I came across that song that made light of it all:) I like your ingenious rhymes and the ‘cheeky’ questions you pose 🙂
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Thanks for your comments John. I do try to lighten things a little. 🙂
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you do a good job 🙂 I almost wrote ‘a good jab’ 🙂
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😂There is sometimes a sting in the tail, so jab would have been appropriate!
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Lol …
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Dirty shoes outside, my mother used to say; don’t know where they’ve been… which was odd because they were on my feet and I knew where I’d been. 😂
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😂Parents do say some funny stuff….you’ll be laughing on the other side of your face!
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I knew I couldn’t be the only one that’s wondered this! 😁🖤
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🤣 Must be the way our minds work!
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Definitely! 😁🖤
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😂🖤
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