When Hitler came to breakfast <br />He just sat quietly there <br />With that silly little moustache <br />And that dark and greasy hair. <br /> <br />He didn't really talk much <br />And he had a frightened look <br />We tried to jolly him along <br />By practising salutes. <br /> <br />I really hate that Brooks man <br />He finally exclaimed <br />With that awful movie <br />Now remind me what's its name? <br /> <br />We all sat stunned in silence <br />No one dared to speak <br />We'd got it from the video store <br />Only just last week. <br /> <br />Oh we've never seen THAT movie <br />We said in unison <br />But then we gave the game away <br />By humming that one song. <br /> <br />You know the one i mean i said <br />The best one on the score <br />I don't know that one at all he said <br />Can you sing a little more? <br /> <br />Can you imagine me and Hitler <br />Singing in our hall <br />Singing 'bout his regime <br />And his eventual fall. <br /> <br />'Springtime' warbled Hitler <br />Was the time i liked the best <br />In those freezing bunkered winters <br />I wore itchy woollen vests. <br /> <br />I might just like that movie <br />It shows a side of me <br />That Eva may just once have glimpsed <br />But others didn't see. <br /> <br />I suddenly was woken <br />And where this breakfast it had been <br />The room now was quite empty <br />And I awoke as from a dream.<br /><br />David Keig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-hitler-came-to-breakfast/
