Hobo Puns

I call it a Tramp o' Lean

Pillow fight

A fragrant vagrant

Because our family reunion was in April.

They're just house spiders that couldn't afford to pay the rent.

What a senseless, scentless, centless act of violence.

a tire / attire.

(This one was from my 16 year old son. Couldn't be prouder.)

Cheeky little guy, he didn't even accept my £10 note.

Walked right over it, I can't stand that level of arrogance.

Its called the orchestra.

He said "no hobo" afterwards, like I taught him.

Ladies and gentleman, Hoboes and tramps, Cross-eyed beetles, And bow-legged ants. Pull up a seat, And sit on the floor.

I'm going to tell you a story I know nothing about.

One dark day, In the middle of the night. Two dead boys, They stood up to fight.

Back to back They faced each other. Drew their swords, And shot each other. The deaf policeman heard it all, She came to shoot those two dead boys.

Don't believe this lie is true? Go ahead, ask the blind man. He saw it, too.

//Don't know who to credit this, it's a poem my parents taught me at a young age.

Now it's a Hoboe.

Tonight this was an exchange my parents had about my brother: Mom: Suki116's brother, don't wear those jeans to school again... I've already told you they look ratty. Dad: Why are you so hard on him? What's wrong with the jeans? Mom: He looks like a hobo! Dad: ARE YOU A HOBOPHOBE!?!

No hobo