Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A global community
A global community Thousands will breathe their last sigh, thousands more their inaugural cry, and billions slumber in peace as billions more spread some grease on their first slice of morning toast and from the remotest outpost we know that whatever we do, the world and his wife does it too.
Hobbo's Poems 
You mean there’s a Mr & Mrs World?
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It’s a bit like Kid’s World, but more work and less fun! 🤣🤣
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LOL. Mr & Mrs World have “White Goods” and get to choose when time they go to bed.
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🤣 If there was an antonym to combat the implied sexiness of ‘inner thigh’ it would be ‘white goods!’
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LOL Show us ya white goods, luv. Sounds classic.
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🤣 🤣 Classy!
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LOL
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Beautifully stated, my friend. We are more alike than unalike. ❤
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Thank you, Diana 🌹
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