Friday, 27 December 2013

a sixty third poem...'daddy'

Philip and his wife
Ran a Bed and Breakfast.
One day
A Neo-nazi came to stay.
Philip showed him to his room.
Payment was always in cash.
The Neo-nazi had a photo of Hitler in his wallet.
'Is that your father?', asked Philip.
'No', said the Neo-nazi,
'It's Adolf Hitler'.
'Oh', said Philip,
'I thought he had a beard'.

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