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[aid] => mick
[title] => dead joe
[time] => 2014-04-16 17:55:26
[hometext] => *old philly city neighbors a few blocks over; from before i moved to the mountains.
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♥
joe loved mable with all his heart,
always catered to her every whim,
from mable joe never wanted to part,
though mable was quite a churlish thing.
every evenings dinner, joe would lovingly cook,
he rubbed mable's shoulders; put salve on her foot,
he brushed her gray hair; but joe's most important job;
morning tea in her hand must early be; or joe was caput.
brewed to perfection everyday of their lives,
first thing crack of dawn, for joe's lovely wife,
not too hot not too cold; just the right amount of honey,
'cause mable meant more to joe then all the worlds money.
joe did not mind if she was callous or flip,
since forty years ago she'd once hurt her hip,
joe loved mable more than all chocolate donuts,
they were a match made in heaven; a perfect fit.
then one day mable called out, ''joe! Joe!! JOE!!!''
''where the Hell is my Tea?! are ya dead joe? i'm thirsty!
where are you? it's daybreak!'' no reply from the other room,
''joe? hello?!'' morning took on precarious gloom.
''well, now you've gone and made me mad,
you are the laziest man a woman ever had,
i'll get my own damn tea from now on you fool!''
feet stomped down the hall.
''well joe, you have up and died for sure,''
mable stated from the kitchen calmly stirring her spoon,
she peeked around the wall, police were dialed; coroner to come,
she sat and smiled; watching them all fuss in the other room.
hours went by; long day turned deep dark night,
people tippy toed around, not to give her a fright,
authorities finally approached her as she sat in her chair,
''we have some bad news mame,'' the coronor says,
''mr. joe died at half past am 5; he is no longer alive.''
she queried, ''and you tell me this now after all day i sat,
while he's poked and measured; you got a smoke from your hat,
i could have told you that hours ago had youse asked-
i knew when that son of a b didn't bring my tea glass!''
§* *§
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dead joe
Contributed by
ladyfawn
on
Wednesday, 16th April 2014 @ 05:55:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
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♥
joe loved mable with all his heart,
always catered to her every whim,
from mable joe never wanted to part,
though mable was quite a churlish thing.
every evenings dinner, joe would lovingly cook,
he rubbed mable's shoulders; put salve on her foot,
he brushed her gray hair; but joe's most important job;
morning tea in her hand must early be; or joe was caput.
brewed to perfection everyday of their lives,
first thing crack of dawn, for joe's lovely wife,
not too hot not too cold; just the right amount of honey,
'cause mable meant more to joe then all the worlds money.
joe did not mind if she was callous or flip,
since forty years ago she'd once hurt her hip,
joe loved mable more than all chocolate donuts,
they were a match made in heaven; a perfect fit.
then one day mable called out, ''joe! Joe!! JOE!!!''
''where the Hell is my Tea?! are ya dead joe? i'm thirsty!
where are you? it's daybreak!'' no reply from the other room,
''joe? hello?!'' morning took on precarious gloom.
''well, now you've gone and made me mad,
you are the laziest man a woman ever had,
i'll get my own damn tea from now on you fool!''
feet stomped down the hall.
''well joe, you have up and died for sure,''
mable stated from the kitchen calmly stirring her spoon,
she peeked around the wall, police were dialed; coroner to come,
she sat and smiled; watching them all fuss in the other room.
hours went by; long day turned deep dark night,
people tippy toed around, not to give her a fright,
authorities finally approached her as she sat in her chair,
''we have some bad news mame,'' the coronor says,
''mr. joe died at half past am 5; he is no longer alive.''
she queried, ''and you tell me this now after all day i sat,
while he's poked and measured; you got a smoke from your hat,
i could have told you that hours ago had youse asked-
i knew when that son of a b didn't bring my tea glass!''
§* *§
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Re: dead joe
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 16th April 2014 @ 06:57:35 PM AEST
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Awe, that was sort of sad. Cute funny yet tinges of sadness because they had to part.
Thank you for an enjoyable read.
Tim |
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Re: dead joe
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by RussellReinhardt on
Thursday, 17th April 2014 @ 03:16:11 AM AEST
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Hi there
I had such a good laugh with this one. Yes love in a one way street. Grate write
Greetings
Rus |
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Re: dead joe
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by dvtpdw on
Thursday, 17th April 2014 @ 04:26:55 PM AEST
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| A tale that was told in the most amusing, truthful and colorful way. I could see the whole story unfold with each line, and by the end, felt like I lived just down the street. It showed love in its most open form, and selfishness on its downside. I truly enjoyed this - you have an amazing sense of story, and a marvelous way with its words. Great, great write, P |
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Re: dead joe
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by Voices-Ghost on
Saturday, 19th April 2014 @ 09:02:17 PM AEST
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True love in its finest form....
Through it all he showed his loving devotion...
A love we all look for. :)
A wonderful smile appeared along with the tear as this was read... lol
Keep the ink flowing My friend!
Voices-Ghost
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Re: dead joe
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by northernlights on
Monday, 21st April 2014 @ 02:21:02 PM AEST
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| There's nothing like a good dose of reality! Made me smile and feel the wonderful warmth of life. |
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Re: dead joe
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by Jenni_K on
Monday, 21st April 2014 @ 04:44:32 PM AEST
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Oh Ness....you sure do know how the keep the emotions flowing!! I just loved the way you told this tale. It's sad but with all the humor that made it enjoyable....
Will message you later.....Hugs and Woofies..
Jenni |
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Re: dead joe
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by hauntedscorp on
Saturday, 26th April 2014 @ 12:50:24 PM AEST
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Haha. Wow! I think Mable wore the pants in that relationship ;) It sure sounds like ol' Joe was madly in love. The heart wants what it wants!
~Scorp |
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Re: dead joe
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by Angelic_Demon on
Monday, 26th May 2014 @ 09:37:42 AM AEST
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| Bahahahaha. Oh, my goodness. This is so sad but so funny at the same time. |
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Re: dead joe
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by colinb on
Monday, 2nd June 2014 @ 01:43:24 AM AEST
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| you sent my emotions on a ride |
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Re: dead joe
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by colinb on
Friday, 4th July 2014 @ 03:46:27 PM AEST
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| Thankyou Nessa for putting a smile on my face |
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Re: dead joe
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by Beyfoxman5 on
Saturday, 29th November 2014 @ 11:39:34 AM AEST
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It seems like the small things have the most lasting impact. Doggone tea!
Best,
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Re: dead joe
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by JamesStockdale on
Monday, 16th March 2015 @ 09:27:51 PM AEST
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I know a few like this.
What a great read indeed! |
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