Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The boxer
The Boxer A boxer who didn't like losing Perfected a technique confusing; To secure every win, He led with his chin, Successful, but painful and bruising.
The Boxer A boxer who didn't like losing Perfected a technique confusing; To secure every win, He led with his chin, Successful, but painful and bruising.
Hobbo's Poems 
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I know you like your limericks!
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it’s good to see them written well.
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Thanks. You also have your moments!
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I did a bit of that last night, Hobbo, metaphorically speaking and ended up with a bruising 🙂
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Those verbal battles are tough, my friend. 🙂
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hey sure are, Hobbo: we call them ‘stoushes’ over here 🙂
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🤣
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Youch! The things people will do to win! I just have such a poor attitude, I can see. 🙂
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😂 You could bring the gold home, if you led with a poem.
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LOL Nice couplet! Nice comment too. 🙂
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Thanks and you’re welcome!
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Mindful of Simon and Carbuncles’ “The Boxer.” Which (I’ll not explain) has special meaning to me. Good’n.
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One of my favourite S and G tracks that.
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He’ll be voted off Strictly if he keeps leading with chin!
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🤣 He won’t mind.
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A smug one isn’t he. Be he couldn’t do it and grin. 😉
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Not for long anyway.😂
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