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Joe Jan 2019
There was once a young girl named Betty
Who watched the boats sail from her jetty
She sometimes got wet
Splashed by a fisherman’s net
That soggy little sailor our Betty
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The intrepid explorer known as Betty
Set off in search of the yeti
She looked high and low
With Lucy and Joe
Then showered the beast with confetti
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Cooking up a storm with Betty
Her speciality is scrumptious spaghetti
We’ll wolf it all down
She’ll feed half the town
Then wash it down with a Birra Moretti
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Have you seen that beauty called Betty?
It was love just as soon as she met me
A head of silk hair
An inquisitive stare
I would eat her if only she’d let me
Joe Apr 2018
Prehistoric seabirds soar
in an inner city park
Young mums frame a Victorian lake
No doubt it changes after dark

Pink noses
Pleasant roses
Water hoses
Reeds part revealing Moses

St George never visited
Only his name
The English patriots bombard
The land from which he came

But let’s leave the politics out of the park
On a sunny day.
Joe Feb 2018
Laurence Stephen feeling lowly
Lonely as the sea
Sits watching the matchstick crowds go by

He isn't going to the match
Or the mill

He's in his back room
With imagined ladies and Bellini
Joe Dec 2017
Using my lips as a straw
I encourage the coffee
Inside me
The coffee doesn't need much
Encouragement having lain
In wait for this moment
His entire life

I'd like to raise a toast
Raise the roof
Wait for the dough to rise
Wait for the proof

I'd like to make a toast
Raise of misspelt sunlight
Rising early with the ****
Rising for the joy
Pure joy
Joe Dec 2017
Everyone in this city looks tired
There's a policeman in white gloves
A whistle clamped tight between his lips
He's not afraid to use
He is flapping in my direction
I give an apologetic grimace
For the many crimes I have
Apparently just committed and
Speed off into a crowd of tired tokyoites
Joe Nov 2017
Shinkansen baby
Whizzing across the
Land of the rising sun

Bullet train baby
Shooting straight through
The heart of Japan

What was that blur
Causing such a stir

It's the Shinkansen baby.
Joe Nov 2017
'We' are in uproar
'We' being the Anglo Americana Axis
'The West' if you will
Our uproar, this time
Russian election meddling
Now of course the yanks and brits
Have clean hands and
Every right to sit atop
Their lofty mule
'We' follow the rules
No backhand games in Africa, Iran
The entire Middle East
Not that 'We'll' admit at least
No, for now it's uproar
The West's sizeable stallion rears up
At the sly old bear
Who is stealing our tricks
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