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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