I will return early January.
Joe in his late eighties is still quite spry
He’s involved in life and gives it his all
Any vocal dispute is worth a try -
Contrarian in matters large or small.
Tranquility the cause of much dismay,
He lives for the chance of a verbal fight
And never gives up till the end of play
Only satisfied to be in the right.
A scourge of the Seventh Day Adventists,
The bane of those Mormons at the door too -
Arguing except after the dentist,
Old Joe makes sure they hear his point of view.
Holds up the line at the supermarket
All over five cents on a price or two;
The wish expressed that he should just cark it
Is a faint murmuring heard from the queue.
At his units a debate under way
Relating to waste management I’m told:
Recycling bins are left out on which day -
And now which fortnight out and which to hold?
Joe made a suggestion that quite simply
Was a way out and obviously neat:
The answer could be gained quite easily
By studying other bins on the street.
Of course Joe’s solution had much merit
So then all would be well you might assume,
But the fool didn’t know when to cork it;
He pressed on and gave those two blokes the broom:
Casting doubts upon the lad’s pedigree -
An insult which could well end in affray,
Amounted to a loss of dignity
And was disrespect for which he would pay.
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It was early the following morning
When two passing strangers noticed a bin,
Bricks piled on the lid as if a warning
And suddenly muffled sounds from within.
Bricks were removed with great trepidation
Then the lid swung open as if possessed -
And up sprang Joe in great indignation
With expletives the Devil might have blessed.
Now although frustrations do come his way
Joe appears to have found an inner peace,
There’s no debate, just a solemn G’day -
Has meditation allowed all conflict to cease?
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cautionary tale - could be me in ten or so years unless I'm careful!
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Ahhhh poor Joe...... late 80's and they have shamed him...... what's the point now except to depress the old guy. Great write! Fun.
Thanks for that Lorna. That's all I aspire to do - have fun (except when I don't...)
I am a Joe and in my eighties and I support this poem.
Thumbs up then......but why? This stuff is nothing like your's Trenz - which are mostly quite short and deep - I find it hard to believe you would like my style.... especially as old Joe doesn't come out of it too well!
that could be any of us,as we grow older.at any age really.we all have days like this
'Hope not blue o. If you intend to take this tale seriously, then within that frame of reference I must answer that (A) Joe should be civil and not deliver personal verbal abuse and (B) those lads committed serious physical assault which may have endangered Joe's life - IF, that is, you want to take this effort seriously.....
There a Joes all over the place and they can be annoying but as you say Dave one day it could be you - or me.
Andy
Yes Andy - for me not too far off age wise, but Old Joe's example prompts me to watch my step... But let's keep it light!
One should always know when to hole their tongue. Sometimes we learn the hard way. Great fun write.
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