What is your poem about Joe 

My Sunday Lunch 

Are you saying that the corrupt 

Will be punished 

Frozen Peas 

I always dream

Of being a New World General 

With an option of sage and onion stuffing 

In my country we name our railways 

After John Hanning Speke and Richard Burton 

We name some of our lines 

After terrorists and historical lies 

A bullet in the right place 

Can change history 

A bullet in the wrong place 

Can cause great happiness 

Would you ever consider 

Becoming a heroic assassin 

I would but my eyesight is poor 

It is not a crime to miss your target 

Look at my bare feet 

What do you see 

A naked foot much scarred 

You are missing two toes 

I had to retire 

But there are others like me