Better Half
She's my partner, my missus,
a slave to the dishes,
the woman who I must obey.
She's my better half, wife,
she's the bane of my life
and sometimes she's even risqué.
She's a kitchen Goddess
but her hair is a mess
and her relatives bore me to tears.
She's called her indoors.
I can't sleep for her snores,
how the heck have we gone fifty years!
She will analyse, criticise,
often she'll roll her eyes,
occasionally, she gets on my tits.
That's forced, it's a bloke thing,
of course, I am joking,
you do know I love her to bits.
Hobbo's Poems 
Reckon you’re cooking tonight. Unless you just rescued yourself.
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🤣 I’ve cooked all week since she got back from hospital. How serious can a heart operation be? I think she’s milking it.
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❤ Love is a four letter word
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That begins with ‘ell!
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🤣
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You’re a hard-boiled-sweetie. 😂😂
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🤣 Great description!
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&^%*&%&^ wordpress…. Oh. Excuse me. You old romantic you. Delightful. Oughta show it to the Boss.
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Showing to the boss is risky now she’s got the use of her arms back. I’ll ask Dauphs.
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No, no, no, no, no! I will show it to The Boss. My Boss. Leave Dauph out of this. Hobbs and I must man-up and make our own decisions.
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YOU show it to YOUR boss, on YOUR head! Dauph declined to comment.
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So romantic
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Ha ha ha!
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A marriage of wits, I imagine. You should giver her your platform for a rebuttal. 😉
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I am more likely to get head butted!😂
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