Joe was a spiteful, little man,
Small, with a big mouth
And a caustic tongue.
He smoked cigars,
And seldom had a good word for anyone.
He gave me a right bollocking
In the messroom at Holbeck one day
Over...well, it doesn’t matter,
But I figured he was either
Off his rocker or paranoid,
Or most probably just plain nasty.
A week later he dropped dead.
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