Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Can’t
Can't I can't cook a Cordon Bleu meal, I can't swim like a fish or a seal. I can't fly a Jumbo Jet plane, I can't even sing in the rain. I can't drive a fast racing car or tell you the names of the stars, I can't quote you Byron or Shelley, I can't even tell if I'm smelly. I can not at all, tell a lie, or do something bad or be sly, I can't hate you or discriminate, I'm an innocent new neonate.
Hobbo's Poems 
awwww. That’s sweet. All true too… well I can’t say that for sure as I haven’t met them all nor tested them on all these points. But it feels true! And it’s quite endearing.
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Thank you. 😊
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Love the ‘can’t even tell if I’m smelly’ LOL!!!!!!! 😀
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Thank you Sheri! 🙂
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Too bad you can’t keep that trait.
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Wouldn’t it be lovely if we could!
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