Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
The drummer
The drummer Young Paradiddle's Fast-growing middle Has quickly grown out of control. His burgeoning tum Is as tight as a drum Since gaining a penchant for rolls.
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Bahhahhahah😂🤣
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🤣 Thanks!
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nah… thank you! :)))
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😂👍
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LOL That’ll do it.
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😂 I’m on a roll!
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Pun on a bun!
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Thanks, hon. I have to earn my daily bread!
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I pita the man whose whole meal is not ryet
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Did you get this from my Nan!
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LOL
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Rolls of the sausage variety?
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Sausage, bread or Swiss. It’s all the same to him! 😂
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Brilliant!! Can’t beat a drummer joke! 😁🖤
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I never thought I could beat a drum so low!
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🤣 🖤
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🙂
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The rolls should be okay; playing the drums for an hour can burn about 600 calories!
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Wow! That’s some diet!
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Isn’t it though. I remember reading that Phil Collins burned several thousand calories playing drums during a concert – just on his drums!
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Phew. No wonder he went bald!
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