The Butcher Poem by Phil Soar

The Butcher



I knew a butcher who had a sharpened hatchet
he kept it under wraps, until one day
a customer stole brisket from a basket
so he brought it out and sliced him all one way

Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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