Hitler Comes To Tea

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

A bit of absurdism, but also an allegory of appeasement.

Hitler came for dinner,
He asked for apple pie,
“But we’re trying to get thinner!”
My ocelot did cry.
I handed him a slice of bread,
He hit me hard about the head,
“I want my apple pie!” he yelled,
Once my plaintive cries were quelled.
We offered him a glass of water,
He looked ready for a slaughter.
Hitler yelled and we all quaked,
“Why has my pie not been baked?”
He screamed and stamped,
He chewed and champed,
“Where’s my pastry, where’s it at?”
I had a mind to fetch my hat.
At long long last the Führer went,
We felt a blessing had been sent,
I hope he never once returns,
When I make pie it always burns!

Submitted: August 07, 2008

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good poem. reminds me of my children but in many ways tyrants are children who never grow up. or never realize they can't get everything they want.

Thu, August 7th, 2008 12:26am


Lol, good point. I'm glad you liked it.

Wed, August 6th, 2008 9:22pm

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