Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Weight-watching
Posted on 7th Jun 2022
Weight-watching Though he followed his diet with rigour, His backside grew bigger and bigger. Whatever he ate He gained enough weight To fill a whole ballpark with figure.
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Dieting
Posted on 22nd Mar 2022
Dieting If I didn't eat dinner, I might end up thinner, What sort of a life would that be - I'll have breakfast, brunch, dinner, supper and lunch and maybe just toast for my tea.
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The foxy huntsman
Posted on 24th Sep 2021
The foxy huntsman A foxhunting jockey Was getting too stocky, He needed to shed a few pounds. In a move which was shrewd, He switched to dog food, And now, he keeps up with his hounds.
Dauphy: I hope you are not condoning foxhunting, Hobbo.
Hobbo: Absolutely not Dauphy. You know what a soft spot I have for animals.
Dauphy: Pleased to hear it!
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