Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Foolish words
Foolish words Stroke of midnight, wife awoke to drunken husband having smoke on doorstep, "Right," she said, "You've had enough, now get to bed!" Foolishly he tried to joke, "Sorry darling, piston broke." She'd had enough now, mist of red; he's now beneath their flower bed.
Hobbo's Poems 
That there be one angry wifey
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One not to cross!
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heehee
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🤣 this reminds me of an old plot from Brookside…
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The patio!
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She had a short fuse!
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Pfft!
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😂
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This is why you don’t stay up.
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I daren’t.
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As the slogan goes; don’t drink and wife!
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That’s a new one to me, but I like it!
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I’d guess she’d heard that story before.
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many times!
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Where his phosphorus can keep her flowers fed. 😉
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K! Oh no, that’s potassium!
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So close; I’ll decompose better next time 😉
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Periodically?
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seasonally. I used to think I was a perrenial, but now I’m not so sure.
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🤣 An annual then!
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