Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Que sera
Que sera Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be, My mother has wrecked the car I'm still having chips for tea.
Que sera Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be, My mother has wrecked the car I'm still having chips for tea.
Hobbo's Poems 
Best be making some gravy!
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They have gravy on everything here in Lancashire. Strange people. 😂
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Depends on if you’re from Lancashire or not 🙂
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Lancashire and Yorkshire; two completely different countries; and that’s not a typo! 😂
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Chips and cheese and gravy!
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Isn’t that how the Canadians make a dish called Poutine?
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Yes it is, aka a heart attack on a plate!
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🤣 That’s the stuff!
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Ollie just wrecked the telly! 😅 but I’ll still take him to KFC…
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🤣 That’ll sort it!
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Eh what? Here in Canberrashire, we’re suffering a chip shortage.
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🤣
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Guess she more than chipped it?
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😂 Ruined it, but the kid didn’t care.
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😂
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The life of an adult with teenagers for parents. I can relate.
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🤣 Those days have passed for me!
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My parents are hovering around 90, and sometimes they are so stubborn!
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I don’t find that hard to believe! 😂
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😂😂😂👏
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😂
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