Joe Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Joe
Joe was a man in town that did pretty much of everything.
He was the sheriff, and the butcher, he hauls food to the neighbors.
Joe also was working on cars and trucks, pumped gas if you needed some.
Joe had an old tow truck, red in color to match the fire truck.
The tow truck was joes pride and joy.
He made money at the county fair.
He would be tow for miles around. But on race at the fair is where you would find old Joe
They say old Joe died the other day. Just days after he parked the old tow truck.
Joe the handy man.