Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Flowering beauties
Flowering beauties My woman Celia has lovely Lobelia, and Cass has a nice Pussy Willow, but everyone knows that the fragrant Red Rose is the one that you want on your pillow.
Great rhyming and rhythm. I wonder how roses achieved their status among flowers. Perhaps some long dead queen made them so desirable. Or maybe it’s that they’re so thorny – you know the whole “hard to get” thing that people seem to think is fun.
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It’s true. Mrs H played hard to get, but I climbed the cliff, and here we are, forty-five years later! 😂
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well when you’re slung at the top of a cliff, you don’t go running off!! 😉
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😂😂
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Cass has a nice Pussy Willow
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Does she now😉
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🤣 She does!
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Does Lobelia know about Cass 🤣👌
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Absolutely not! And whatever you do, don’t mention Rose! 🤣
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Oh shoot! I’m on my way to have breakfast with rise RIGHT NOW 👀
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👀🙈
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Does know about the? 🤪👆
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Can’t keep count 😆👌
Lobelia is current
Cass is high school sweetheart
Rose baby momma
😉🧐
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It’s complicated! 😂😂
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Doesn’t have to be
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😂
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Tbh anyone who needs multiple partners to be “happy” is not happy within themselves Ahem! A.K.A Eric whoops I meant chad
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TBH, I agree! 😂
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Good to know.. btw 🧐
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🤪🤪
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