Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Elmer Fudd
Elmer Fudd He couldn't spot a wigeon from a pigeon, he wouldn't know a chaffinch from a chook, he couldn't tell an osprey from an ostrich but he knew darn well he'd get that ruddy duck!
Hobbo's Poems 
THe only thing I know about Elmer Fudd is that a work colleague once said that her laugh was like Elmer Fudd in a juicer. Other than that, I am clueless … perhaps like Elmer himself?
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A cartoon character; hunted several cartoon adversaries, including Daffy Duck.
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Fair enough. Can you imagine what he’d sound like a in a juicer?
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Juiced? 😂
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LOL! What the deuce?!
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😂
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big yellow fun; I love how you upset the word pattern at the end —
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Thanks. A bit of playful nonsense which I always enjoy writing.
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I adore Daffy Duck! And Bugs Bunny.
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Innocent humour, but still so funny.
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Oh, what fun! They’re all quackery, no?
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Thanks. Avian adversaries!
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Or that wacky wabbit. A chuckle. Imagine you on a walk with the Frenchman attired in huntsman’s togs.
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Ha ha ha!
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Unh. Not clear. You in huntsman’s togs. Dauph in his au naturale spelndor.
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Spelndor is double-splendor.
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Got it!
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