R.I.P Hobbo Here lies the body of Hobbo the quaking, Poetry ended and so is his shaking; No longer worried about his dilemma- How to write neat with a permanent tremor. Dauphy: I wrote this for you, yesterday! Hobbo: Thanks, Dauphy. Dauphy: You're not upset? Hobbo: No, why would I be? I'd be happy to have this on my headstone. Dauphy: Not too soon though. Hobbo: Let's hope not, eh!