Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Output
Output When output equals input, We should be very grateful To know that every morsel Of food upon our plateful Has done efficiently What it was meant to do, Said a quick hello And simply passed on through.
Hobbo's Poems 
Cheeky.
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… but in 10 minutes?
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LOL
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😂 A bit too quick!
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There’s something about the dunny which makes most poems funny. But it’s even better when you can talk about the rate of pooh.
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If it was that artificial stuff that you buy in joke shops, would that be sham poo?
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Ha ha. 😆 My Dad told us a joke about “if shampoo costs $5 how much does real pooh cost?”
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🤣 I like your dads jokes!
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Kind of appropriate for Friday 🤣
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So it is! 😂
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👍
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🙂
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How clever, and not one mention of the poo 💩 word. 😂
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Thanks. No poo; phew! 😂
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Little blessings mean a lot
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Ha ha. That’s a good way of putting it!
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Hehe, I’m grateful when like this poem my food’s a zinger, misery when it lingers.😂😂
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🤣 Too right. We need zingers, not clingers!
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😂😂 Oh, I got a good laugh going with this one. Too true.
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😂
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Ya ~ SEE ya… NOT!!!
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Someone had a Mexican food! Reminds me a science related story I once read. A teacher was asking his students for examples of sublimation when one student blurted out, “The Burrito I ate last night!”
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🤣 I like that one, Greg!
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Haha nice one !
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😂 Thank you!
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