Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Go Away!
Go Away! Confident you've put it to bed. Your doctor has weaned you off meds. Sure that you're over the worse, the bastard bites back, like a curse.
Go Away! Confident you've put it to bed. Your doctor has weaned you off meds. Sure that you're over the worse, the bastard bites back, like a curse.
Oh that sux.
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🤣 It does!
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Glad you think it’s funny. 😁
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should I laugh?
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🤣 Only if you wish!
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It’s always nice when people die, but shitting themselves to death sounds even better 🙂
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I think this is what’s referred to as the Hobbo effect. Or is that affect…
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It is. I never thought of that! Effect, I think. 😂
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I hate it when vowels play with my head. An E it is, then.
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😂
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