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This was inspired by Georgette Johnson’s poem “Savouring Another Day”
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One cold day whilst I was out in the snow 
I went into a cafe for a Joe
I slipped across floor 
And got an encore
Me and my Joe were the stars of the show.

The cup of Joe was extremely red hot
I screamed for it burnt all my extreme spots 
Knickers bra and vest
Were all wringing wet
Did anyone care, certainly not.
Belle Bellevue
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Add on’s invited Soupers.
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So how much worse could it be?
(I almost started to pee).
I went back for more Joe
And a java poke show.
The waiter said, “How about some tea?”
Georgette Johnson 
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One day driving; got a flat in the snow
While in route to get a hot cup of Joe
But I had no luck 
I found myself stuck,
Middle of nowhere in need of a tow.
Alexis Y
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I walked in the snow for some Joe
Despite the weather so cold
I took a small sip
then chugged it down quick
And my brain went on overload.
Georgette Johnson 
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Lying on the wet floor I was cringing
What was worse my extreme bits were stinging
But then I got real mad
When I saw some young lad
My terrible mishap he was filming.

From his side table he stood up to gloat
Well how dare he the worthless young scrote
I then seized his I phone
You should have heard him moan
I held his nose and rammed it down his throat.
Tom Cunningham 
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A diner helps me up off the floor
And gets me a seat by the door
The floor tiles need mopping
With coffee they’re slopping
A slippy floor I just abhor

I remove my bra, knickers and vest
And get ice packs to soothe my burned breast
I then slather on lotion
Which causes a commotion
And puts the boss man to the test

He says I really don’t mean to be rude
But you’re putting diner’s off their food
With your boobies on show
Punters won’t want to go
Please cover up so you aren’t nude!
Jan Allison
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A woman of dubious renown
Whose knickers were frequently down
In Joe’s she would holler
‘I’m yours for a dollar’
The guys ran like hell outta town.
Bill Brook 
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She was an acrobatic fanatic 
Known around town as “loose elastic”
When playing the clown
Her knickers fell down 
And she’d go tripping the light fantastic.

Her one soothing balm was her Joe
So off to the cafe she’d go
She drew loud applause 
When revealing her sores
In a place where the sun couldn’t glow 
Belle Bellevue 
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