Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Gastro Pub
Gastro Pub The stew of the day was as thick as they come and heavy it lay as it clung to my tum. Though as it departs, with pain that's not funny, in a flurry of farts, its exit is runny.
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I must admit, gastro pub is not a name that draws me. It has exactly those connotations. Eat here and spend the night running to the loo!!
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Exactly that. Yuk!
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Yes, overtones of gastroenteritis cannot be good! 😅
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Gastro Pub always seems an oxymoron, whereas I am simply a moron! 😂
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🤣
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I’m glad I already ate breakfast.
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Me too 😂😂😂
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I second that Misky 👍
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😂
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Not in this pub, I hope.
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Too much information 🤣🤣
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😂 Too much stew!
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A stinker, this.
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Ha ha ha!
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Dude ! 😂😂😂😂😂😂
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love ‘a flurry of farts’ 🙂 you’ve done an excellent job writing about a most unpoetic subject; the lines run on well 🙂
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😂 Thank you. Toilet humour is a part of life. It would be prudish to ignore it.
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Too much information
About one’s hoop a-flame
But when we go for Chinese
My poop ends up the same!
Funny when you go to these places you never really buy dinner, only rent it for a short while!
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Thanks for the funny poem, Greg. You’re right, we sort of get these meals on hire purchase! 😂
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Just be glad it didn’t burn as much as it churned. 😂
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Ring of fire!
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😂
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