Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Come on Eileen!
Come on Eileen! Venue; White Cliffs, Dover. Person; Eileen Dover. Action; Did just that. Result; Dead end. Splat.
Come on Eileen! Venue; White Cliffs, Dover. Person; Eileen Dover. Action; Did just that. Result; Dead end. Splat.
Hobbo's Poems 
Everyone is leaning into stuff these days. Poor Eileen. Shouldn’t have picked thin air.
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Silly girl eh.
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I dunno if I should have laughed as hard as I did. I didn’t see that last line coming!!
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🤣 Oh heck!
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Ei ‘leaned a bit too far, did she? 😂
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She did. She did.😂
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Anything for an Instagram pic. Yikes.
I saw teenagers doing this on cliffs over the summer. Fortunately no splats while I was there.
Poor Eileen.
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😂 Selfies for the selfish eh!
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When you literally go over the edge. 😯
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😂 Does that make me an edgy poet then?
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🤭
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People don’t appreciate the fragility of chalk. Probably because blackboards and chalk are things in the distance past.
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Let’s hope that cheese doesn’t go the same way!
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