Friday, January 29, 2010

Poem For The Day


Isn't it fun
Nazi hiding from the sun
With his tiny umbrella
What a poor little fella

With some preparation
He'll get some "irrigation"
With a pin or two
Just like voodoo

And a last cigarette
With a last anisette
Then it's up against a wall
For his last roll call

Then again, I might just hang him with dental floss.

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