An Ode to Joe on his Birthday
Posted by Roberta Lipp on February 4, 2007
Joe is someone whose friends sing his praises
And when he gets drunk he relies on vague phrases
Though he doesn’t drink coffee, he French presses for me
And despite a disinterest in fashion, he does not dress poorly
Joe is a guy who’ll fix any broken item
If he encounters extinguished candles, he’s right there to light ‘em
Joe has a weird beard and a penchant for excellent cheeses
Joe is most attentive to not catch or spread diseases
Joe has tattoos that are subtle like he is
If he were choosing a small car, my money’s on a Prius
Joe has a kitty whose name is too long
At Christmastime you ‘ll hear Joe sing every song
Joe is the tenderest lover a woman could dream of
And he really likes my friend Lisa’s homemade creampuff
Joe loves to prepare and serve feasts to his loved ones
And I am just tickled to be considered among ‘em
the end by rkl.
Seymour, MSW said
I can’t handle you.
(HUGE points for “he is” and “Prius!”)
YAY JOE!!!
elissa said
how do you feel on this poem now?
Roberta Lipp said
A little wistful, as I am in general about the ending of this very sweet, going-nowhere relationship. How do you exist in a relationship where there is nothing to work toward? My answer, it turns out, is you can’t.
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