Big Joe Poem by Francis Duggan

Big Joe in the pub with his mates always talking football
As if noting else in life does matter at all
Last year his twenty five years of marriage to Jill ended their only offspring Jim
He has not seen for three years since he lives far from him

Though Jill for awhile loved Joe of him she grew bored
Because he loved beer and football and in bed he snored
And little in common with her he did share
Suppose marriage of soulmates has always been rare

For twenty five years his devoted wife
And now she does have a new man in her life
But since in his ways far apart from her he had grown
Jim now feels quite happy living on his own

For the past seven months he's been having an affair
With divorcee Maud in her early fifties gray in her brown hair
On Friday and Saturday he sleeps with her after drinks in the pub
They share much in common since they barrack for the same football club

In his fifties with receding gray hair his best days long gone
But big Joe feels happy he keeps on keeping on
He has beer and football and his lover Jill
And of alcohol she too like him drinks her fill.