Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
That garden
That garden We stumbled on sex To be fair, But in many respects We don't care. A woman called Eve Found a passage; Was the first, I believe To play hide the sausage.
Hobbo's Poems 
LOL Your kids didn’t get the birds and bees talk. They got the passages and sausages talk. 😀
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😂 Very funny, Worms!
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LOL
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😂😂😂😂what an enlightening poem
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🤣 Glad you thought so, Michele.
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Erecting too 🤣🤣🤣🤣
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That would be the sausages! 🤣
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😂😂😂👍
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😊
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🤣🤣 Thanks for the laugh first thing this morning! Some coffee just came out of my nose! 🤣🤣
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It worked then! 🤣🤣
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It certainly did! I’ll send you my cleaning bill lol!!
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🤣🤣 Fair enough!
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Infamous Eve, and all she did was take a bite.
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Her teeth did the damage!
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🤣🤣🖤
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🙂🖤
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I think she ‘mustard’ up some Courage
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Spicy! 😂
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But did she ‘relish’ the moment?
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Saucy! 😂
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