I had an Uncle Bob.
I’m amazed how many thingies are Bob.
A name for your uncle.
Tails.
Haircuts.
Sticking your face in water trying to catch an apple.
Whites.
Fishing lure set up.
A bodily/head movement.
A unit of money.
How can one word fit all these things?
And it’s palindromic.
Spooky.
Bob and weave.
I can think of lots of people called “Bob,” but they’re all either dead, old, or fictional. Why did “Bob” go out of fashion?
I have both an uncle and a nephew Bob, so I’m covered coming and going.
I don’t have a swimming pool, but I’ve heard about armless and legless trespassers of that name.
Sponges
(That live in Bikini bottom)
I see what you did there.
Tee hee 
And red, red Robin’s go bob, bob bobbing along.
Don’t bet on that one nag, at the Camptown races.
Robert’s your mother’s brother.
(I think I got that from digs.)
What about Bob?
‘Bob’s your auntie’s live-in lover!’
What do you call a quadruple amputee floating in a pool?
Indeed.
Oh.
Sled.
Not Rosebud
Sox. Diminuitivly.
As in on your feet or a be-bop teen girl.
A bit and a…!
See? It never ends.
The word run is going to blow your mind.