4/30- Klara Hitler

From the Adam Stone Prompt:

"Describe an intimate sexual encounter with the corpse of Hitler's mother. Don't make it creepy, or gross."

FYI, this poem is all Adam's fault.


She rose from the Friedhof, 5 foot 4,
Frail frame towering over her walking stick.
She hobbled toward me and placed her hand
On my shoulder. “Junger Mann!”, she spoke.
“Young man, I do not mean to frighten you.
I have not become a fully-formed zombie yet, but I
Decided it was time to step out of the cemetery
For a bit. My husband died over 107 years ago,
And my bones are growing cold. You look
Like someone who knows how to pleasure
An Old Catholic woman down on her luck.
Would you be so kind as to drop your
Lederhosen and make me warm again?"

And I didn’t speak German, so I didn’t
Understand a word that dead bitch was saying,
But I could tell from staring in her eyes that she
Was a total MILF, even though her flesh was a
Bit more dollar-store expired than most and she
Was missing one of her tits due to cancer. And
I could tell she was in heat and craving some
Young man meat, and I could tell I was running
Out of options and this was the most action I
Would probably ever get in a cemetery. And,
Hey, I might even get to write a poem about this
Someday. So I unwrapped her burial shroud,

And then I threw it in her.