Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,423 Points (28.06.1952)

The Butcher - Poem by Phil Soar

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

Topic(s) of this poem: funny


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2015



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