Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone Squeeze, squeeze, strain, Botty pain, Urge to shout, Let it out. Food excess, Ah, success, Masterplan, Down the pan. Odorous, No need fuss, Squirt, squirt, squirt Till inert. Squirt, squirt, squirt Till inert. Squirt, squirt, squirt Till inert. Squirt, squirt, squirt...
Hobbo's Poems 
Toilet humour at its best!😂
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Thank you! 😂
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famine to feast
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Laughing!
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LOL Sounds like you really gave yourself the shits. 😀 From your botty to the potty, a poohy poem that’s quite dotty!
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And yet, only you would write a ditty on the loo! 😂
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My other name is Madame De Rier 🙂
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Mummy-bummy! 😂
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LOL 😀 Winner!
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Laughing!
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Curry last night?
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i love a good curry!
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I believe you’ve stated that preference before …
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😂 Probably…
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Ewww. Hope it didn’t hurt. 😂
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I’d like to say, it was a pleasure! 😂
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Poor little Winnie the Poo, was found flushing down the loo.
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😂 Ready, teddy, go!
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Blimey Hobbo how are the bowels now?!
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🤣🤣🤣 I do sometimes use a bit of imagination!
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I often find inspiration on the bog!
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😂 Best place for it!
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