The clock is ticking down as Joe Offer's growing older His beard all grizzled gray and his bald pate feeling colder This birthmonth's nearly done; Only 20 minutes left To pity this poor man another year of life bereft
He keeps us straight (or tries), trademark brown font a reminder that if we ain't polite he will function as our minder Here and there he posts a lyric with a footnote and a credit Post in haste. Rue your words. PM Joe to quickly edit What you typed that you now see if it stands you will regret it
Five minutes left to plague this man I'm running out of rhymes Three now remain to give him pain, now two, now one, there's no more time