Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A cocky prisoner
A cocky prisoner If you don't have permission, You face admonition, Said the judge, when she lectured the thief Caught after a spree; She let him go free, And he laughed in her face with relief. Called back to the dock, He got quite a shock, Hearing manners were never exempt. Then he burst into tears When he got seven years, No remission, sent down for contempt.
Hobbo's Poems 
good ❤️
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Thank you, Jim
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Wow. He bit the horse that fed him. No, that’s not right. He looked a gift hand in the mouth. Something like that.
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LOL Many hands made light work of his stitch in the broth; is that the one you meant!
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LOL Yes! He was clearly barking up the wrong leap.
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LOL Yes indeedy!
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Poetic justice indeed
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Got what he deserved, I reckon.
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Yup
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And throw away that key … clink.clink.clink.
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Ooh, that’s cruel.
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Better than on the streets!
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👍
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There’s no pardon without a please. 😃
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Very true 😂
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Karma
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