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blues for joe Blues for Joe. This is a song about dopey Joe, he had nowt to do and no place to go. He aint no plato,he aint no Homer, he's about as dynamic as a mummy in a coma. Born and raised in this locality, with his grand education he could count to three. Left school got a job, pickin' up litter, liked darts and doms; supped mild and bitter. Spent much of his time in the local boozer, he lacked ambition, was a bit of a loser. His idea of culture was the local rag, and between each paragraph, he rolled a fag. He surprised us all when he found a wife, yet he's stayed with her for most of his life. While all around them were getting divorced, young Joe and Jolene stuck to the course. They raised two children, a lass and a lad, Joey and Jody were all that they had. His wife said one morning, “ we need a car, on a bus with two kids, we wont get far”. he made the first payment on a second hand Viva, she paid the rest so he couldn't leave her. On sunny Sundays they went for a spin, no further than Fleetwood, that suited him. Not a lot changed, time passed by, the kids left home and his mam and dad died. At sixty five old Joe retired, he'd forgot his own age, and he thought he'd been fired. Being home all day didn't suit old Joe, still nowt to do and no place to go. So he got a little job, only part time, it got him out the house and it worked out fine. Joe's getting on now, his voice much hoarser, but there's grandkids around and a brand new Corsa. So for blokes like Joe lets raise a toast, coz as daft as he is he's happier than most Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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