Living with a monster
A monster lives inside my head,
He's dormant, but capricious
And, like a gangster playing dead,
When wide awake, he's vicious.
He lashes out at those he loves
With savage, brutal words;
Not sugar-coated, soft kid-gloves
But terms you don't need heard.
And when this monster's dished his dirt,
I need to take the blame;
Apologise to those he's hurt
And hang my head in shame.
To keep this beast within control
Is difficult to do,
And so my wife, God bless her soul,
Lives with a monster too.
Hobbo's Poems 
So familiar! I think if my monster and your monster met, they might be a terrible twosome!
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🤣 They would probably be a real handful together.
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LOL Better a handful than a headful?
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LOL. Yes!
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I almost got “contrite” from that!
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Quite!
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Well done!
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Ta, muchly!
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That’s a scary photo too
Dauphy is your monsters antidote 😊
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🤣 So he is! 🐾
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An excellent piece of writing.
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Thank you. That means a lot.
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You can always wish he drove off, in a monster truck!
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😂 I like your thinking, Ulle.
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That is fantastic Hobbo
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😂 Thanks. Tell Mrs H!
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