Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The baby
The baby No wonder she's happy, lying there in her nappy; the pride of her mum from her curls to her bum. She'll giggle and coo, that's what babies do and if she dirties her diaper well, mummy will wipe her.
Hobbo's Poems 
Yeah, no chance of daddy doing it!
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I considered that, Ingrid, but I wanted to keep it realistic! 😂
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I suppose there are those ‘new dads’ of legend: I think they all live down South…
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I’ve heard about them. Think they are now a recognised sub-species!
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Definitely endangered!
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😂
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Brings back memories. Nappies are intended for containment but they don’t always succeed. I remember cutting off onesies because there was no way I was pulling that shocker over my baby’s face.
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LOL!
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🤣 LOL, you paint a grim picture!
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… or her daddy.
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In an ideal world, definitely!
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Very nice
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