Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
House Hunting
House Hunting The advert says a lovely view. Could you please show me where? I gladly will, young man if you Could kindly grab that chair. That's it, climb up, no not the seat, The back sir, if you will, Then carefully please place your feet One there, one on the sill. Now close one eye, no, just the one And squint a bit, like me. Look out that way, five hundred yards, You'll almost glimpse the sea.
Hobbo's Poems 
I take it things aren’t going well.
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It looks like it could be a long, slow job.
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This sort of thing is never easy.
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Final move, I hope, so it’s important we get it right.
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A glimpse is a good sign no?
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mmm…
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Turns out, it’s just a house with a blue roof. Agent needs his eyes checked.
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Too right she does!
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Heheh, partial view it is. Faithfully advertised, I see. 😂😂
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Some of the estate agents should take up poetry!!!
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Yes, the perfect career for someone who’s made a mint and doesn’t need a paycheck. 😂
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🤣 Absolutely so!
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It takes a lot of noes before you find a yes. Happy hunting.
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It does. Thank you, Debi.
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House hunting disasters. When I fell through one of the decks I discovered all the low profile decks the previous owner had built are treated deck board screwed to an underframe of untreated softwood warehouse skids.
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😂 You paint a funny picture. hope you didn’t injure yourself.
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