I mean...how was I to know.
It was BLIND DATE
& yes...I picked contestant No.2.
Hitler!
I always had a thingy for German blokes.
But then what choice had I?
Stalin was No.1 and the other one was Genghis Khan.
I wasn’t exactly
killed for choice!
At once Hitler invaded
my private space
annexed all my attention.
I mean it was a Blitzkrieg!
I didn’t have time to say “Nein! ”
And the Hit man was the kind
who would take no for an answer!
Now I am expecting
his love child
& the Fuhrer has yes...you guessed
flown the nest.
What did I expect...a 1000 years?
All I got was
a grubby postcard from
Buenos Aries
(40 years out of date)
And a stuck on photo booth picture
with his moustache shaved off.
God I always hated
that moustache...it tickled so!
But what will I tell the child
when he asks(as he’s bound to do)
“What did Dad do
in the last war? ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-blind-mein-kampf/
