Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Earthquakes
Earthquakes Son, Andreas' shaking was jolted to a halt, when mother said,"This quaking, my child, is not your fault.
Earthquakes Son, Andreas' shaking was jolted to a halt, when mother said,"This quaking, my child, is not your fault.
Hobbo's Poems 
Golly. What a Mum!
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Supermum.
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“Son Andreas'” – what a clever device! At the end of the day, does your bonnet hurt?
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Hehe. No, but Dauphy’s does!
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Oh my, punny this one. Well, maybe blame lies in Brothers Fault zone?
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We all know where the faults lie, but that doesn’t stop the quaking!
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Too good. 😂
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Too punny, Hobbo.
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Shaking with laughter, Chel.
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