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Today I'm going to be doing a very funny poem I wrote back in the days when I was still a young lad of about ten. It's about a average guy I like to call happy Joe.
So let me give you a brief history of happy Joe. Happy Joe is a fictional character I created, he is an adult of about thirty with a child like innocence or is he?, hahaha just kidding he is. I named him happy Joe because I got the idea of happy Joe from the behavior of a socially awkward neighbor called Jojo.
Happy Joe
He walks to the park to watch the children play and feed the ducks in the little artificial pond that's already clogged with dirt.
He whispers to the ducks his secrets and makes a good company of them, am sure they tell him theirs
He doesn't drink beer with the guys but spends his nights enthralled by fairytale books and strawberry milk, he travels to distant lands to tame the dragons and save the princesses.
He works at a toy store and give good discounts to kids courtesy of Santa Claus, trains for no gains and nut crackers for no cash how they loved him.
He helps old ladies cross the street in a superman cape he bought from the thrift shop, I heard he paid them in candy and smiles.
He got married to happy Jane on an alter wearing his knight's armor and she wearing her glass heels. Happy John is on his way.
He dislikes Scooby Doo because he thinks of the show as horror, petrified to bed after an episode and some days the bed is the horror.
He doesn't drive a car but has a pink coloured bicycle with a basket in front, lily he calls her for she was a gift from his mum.
He would have a sleep over in his tree house and leave some acorns for the chipmunks in the morning, hardworking singers he called them, I wonder where he got the idea.
He looks into his telescope at night to peep into the planet of the Greys, he always felt they were watching "and what a nice party they're having over there" he said with such zeal.
He has a cup of quarters he got from the Tooth Fairy, each one holding a memory of loss and gain.
He never picks a fight or get into one, he doesn't want to be naughty so Santa would reward him by Christmas, he has never for once acted naughty. He must be in Santa's "Good people" list.
He demands a lollipop from the doctor when he takes a shot for the flu, and leaves a tip for newspaper boy but only reads the cartoon section.
What an intriguing man happy Joe must be, now that I think of it, we were once all happy Joes.
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