Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The foxy huntsman
The foxy huntsman A foxhunting jockey Was getting too stocky, He needed to shed a few pounds. In a move which was shrewd, He switched to dog food, And now, he keeps up with his hounds.
Dauphy: I hope you are not condoning foxhunting, Hobbo.
Hobbo: Absolutely not Dauphy. You know what a soft spot I have for animals.
Dauphy: Pleased to hear it!
I heard that if a fellow eats too much dog food, he’s in danger of being accidentally run over while sitting in the driveway licking his nether regions. 🤭. I am with you and Dauphy on fox hunting!
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🤣🤣Perhaps so. I’m told that dogs only lick their nether regions because they can!
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What is the anecdote about a gent standing line at the grocery with a huge bag of doggie McNugggets and when asked “Oh, you have a dog, I see?” by a customer behind him, he replied, “No, they are for me but I do find I have this urge to ??? lately?” I cannot recall. Surely Dauph can recall it.
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Hehehe! Dauphy did recall it.
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My Molly used to topple over backwards when going for that move, but then she was a lady.
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Dogs! They cheer me up thinking about them! 😂
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😂❤️
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