Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Can I have a word
Can I have a word A puzzled lexophile is scrabbling for a wife, meets red-hot bibliophile and gets har-punned for life. Cross words are exchanged, it is love at first fight; with their palindrome names everything seems so right. Searching for words, anagrams toggled; a moonful of honey, twenty-four-hour Boggle. Offspring produced leaned towards maths, Sudoku and Rummikub, top of their class.
Hobbo's Poems 
Marvelous.
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Thank you SP. You are up and about early!
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Insomnia. Brought on by stress. Lie awake in bed or get after what I can do quietly so as not to disturb Boss.
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It’s a sod isn’t it. You lie awake, knackered but can’t get to sleep. I usually get up and read for an hour then go back to bed. The boss always wakes up later and says,”Have you slept alright!” Ha ha.
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(See here, [big grinning emoji])
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Hehe.
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What fun! Love all the wordplay. Very cool.
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You do like your punnies 😂
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This is so delightful that I came back for seconds!
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Thank you, Misky.
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LOL…I love this one! 🙂
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Thank you, Sheri!
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The wordplay here is enticing! I was mesmerized and each stance was outmatched by the next!
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Thanks, Michele. i do like playing about with words.
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Oh it shows! Between you and Mr Bump it brightens my day how funny you two play off each other
Sheer pleasure to read !
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Aww, thank you. You’ve made my day too!
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