Joe would like me to write him an ode
So here I go, just sitting in my humble abode
There was a man named Joe
Who always wanted two answers before you could pass go.
He was a sweet man, who always seems to be having a smoke.
Lest this not be to bad, else he might just choke.
He is the holder of all that is sacred
I just hope he doesn’t work whilst he is naked.
There was a man named Joe…
