Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Clean air zone
Clean-air zone My wife's declared our home A micro clean-air zone, A green, if tiny start But I'm not allowed to fart. With curry off the menu, I'll find another venue; A spicy little bistro Where wind can blow with gusto.
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I’m not a curry fan but your wife would have issues w my house 😂😂😂
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🤣 Women, of course, never break wind!
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Of course not 😂😂😂
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See. I just knew! 😂
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Yup 👍
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‘Blow, wind, blow’ 😂😂😂
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🤣 And round these parts, it’s always a North-Westerly.
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Is that the direction it’s blowing? If so, that sucker’s heating my direction. 🌬
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😂
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maybe a cork?
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That build up would be dangerous. 😂
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but the release would get you to the moon!
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🤣 LOL
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Me Tarthan!
Me Thane!
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😂 holding your Oz noz!
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🤣
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that made me laugh — with gusto 🙂
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😂 Good to hear, but then you’ve got guts, so…
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hahah clever 🙂
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Oh man, guess no Mexican either, will have to find a cantina where the air’s not very clean-a.
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😂
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*Giggling* You’re wife has the right idea. 🙂
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🤣 She usually does, Diana.
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So funny, keep blowing that horn!
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I will!
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To fart or not to fart…..that is the question!
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🤣🤣 Whether tis cleaner at my end!
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Sympathies…
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I need them.
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