Friday, 22 November 2013

#71 - The German Who Knew My Name

'Bonjour,' he said,
but I wasn't fooled.

'Come, German!' I challenged him.
'You make sport of me. Well, friend,
I shall make sport of you.'
The patrons of the ski lodge gathering now,
their snow-tanned faces full of wonder.

'You have but 3 chances to guess my name.
Should you guess correc-'

'Alan,' he said. 'It says so on your badge.'

And thus I was honour-bound to hurl myself
into the the fireplace, howling my fury
like a thwarted crow.

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