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(40 years out of date) 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