Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Charlie Spooner’s Whores
Charlie Spooner's Whores Harley, flopping the moors Whilst chewing his doors Heard his wife, with arms bossing her crust, Serrating him bay, "That is not the white ray, You're just making dashings of lust."
Hobbo's Poems 
This is very clever!
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Ta!
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Have you and she found a house yet?
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Not yet and it’s very time consuming. 😦
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It’s very difficult to find a place that meets most of one’s needs. I think you should ring up Phil and Kirsty. 😄
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😂
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I’ve had to read it a few times to get the meaning 😁
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Hood to gear! 😂
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You’re very sublime and smart 😁
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If only! 🤣
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Initially I thought that in hunting for a house, you’d mossed your la balls. But sow I knee, you’re moo tart for smee.
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😂
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Well done worms. funny response. 🤣🤣
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