Hobo Bob

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Improv 2001

He lives in a can,

where I hear him sob,

but don't worry now,

it's just Hobo Bob.

~

He's dirty and smells,

he's one big greasy glob,

that's the only way to describe,

old Hobo Bob.

~

He has no shoes,

to make a living he will rob,

but that's what you get,

from that Hobo Bob.

~

He needs a nice meal,

steak and corn on the cob,

so if you have it, please give it,

to nice Hobo Bob.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 7-25-01. It's my 24th improv. Another screw around poem. lol

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