A poem about a guy named Joe who would always have bad luck.
There once was a guy named Joe
Who cried when facing his foe
Now he is in bed
With a bump on his head
Saying why did I face my foe
There once was a guy named Joe
Who wants saw someone sew
Now he is in bed
And he never said
That Joe was afraid of his Foe
There once was a guy named Joe
Who stumbled on his right toe
Now he is dead
And everyone said
That Joe was a white as snow
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