Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Sportswoman
Sportswoman When she wittered to me Too much sport on TV I told her to stop talking tosh, So she gained eighteen stone And now doesn't moan, Instead, we enjoy playing squash.
Hobbo's Poems 
yay – you set the tone for the day 🤣
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Hehehe; good to hear.
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you gotta keep up the sport ! I do gym, a good substitute, but you still have to watch what you eat — sigh 🙂
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😂 Walking is my ‘sport’ these days, other than watching.
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walking is good, Hobbo, esp if you break into a brisk walk now and then 🙂
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Even Dauphy does brisk occasionally! 😂
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Dauphy must be about ready for another poem, Hobbo, don’t you think 🙂
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I think so too. I’ll see if I can wake him
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hahaha; give him a few shakes for me 🙂
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Will do 🐾
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LOL Best to play squash with someone who understands your hand signals before you turn blue.
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🤣 That’s what they mean by feeling blue is it1
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Is squash hard to play?
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It depends on the version!
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How many versions are there?
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Two; the proper one and the naughty one!😂
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🤣🤣🤣🤣
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And I know which I prefer! 😂
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😁
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