Poetry: Ode to Joe

I think that I shall never know

a fella quite as cool as joe.

He lives somewhere in Arkansas

and always, ALWAYS obeys the law.

He makes his juice, he makes his bed,

he makes his pizza, he makes his bed.

Is there anyone else I should know?

Inform me in the comments below.

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