I'LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’ll never kiss a corpse again

I promise you

No never.

When mother died

I did just that

The experience

Was horrid!

I bent, I kissed

Dear mother

On the forehead.

Rigor Mortis

Had settled in

She was

As hard as marble!

Sweet mother

Lie in death’s

Clam slumber.

Gone has mother

To her heavenly home.

I’ll never have another!

I'LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’ll never kiss a corpse again

I promise you

No never.

When mother died

I did just that

The experience

Was horrid!

I bent, I kissed

Dear mother

On the forehead.

Rigor Mortis

Had settled in

She was

As hard as marble!

Sweet mother

Lie in death’s

Clam slumber.

Gone has mother

To her heavenly home.

I’ll never have another!

ABSTRACTION

So many people are puzzled

By abstract paintings

You see.

Attempting to explain them

Seems to have been left to me.

Take a simple example

Perhaps a family.

One stroke is the family

One more could be a tree!

Use imagination

When looking for delight.

It jumps right out, and catches you

When you study it just right.

You'll see horses, people, fantasy.

They come alive in painting strokes.

So keep looking you'll enjoy it

Not just sophisticated, but there for common folks.

A LOVE LIKE YOURS

Refrain:

Let me see with eyes like yours.

Let me hear with ears like yours.

Let me cry with tears like yours

So I can love completely.

Let me walk where you have walked.

Let me talk as you have talked.

Teach me to look inside everyone

And find your love completely.

Chorus:

People look for love each day.

Any place in any way.

If they'd only look for you

They'd find true love completely!

Chorus:

Your example led the way

How to live, and what to say.

Help us Lord in every way

To live your love completely.

If

LITTLE MISS SPIDER

LITTLE MISS SPIDER

by GG Watt

We know the poem

Regarding the little girl

Who had a big spider

Sit down beside her.

Well this poem is about

That little Miss spider.

She is now looking

For a handsome, big

Mr. spider for a groom.

He must have a big, new

Heavenly web, to make

A diamond ring of dew.

She wants to have children

Some day soon.

She dreams of sitting

Next to her dream man,

With his long spiderly legs

Around her, gazing at the moon.

Their children will be beautiful.

All glossy, with six lovely

Long legs, to romp from

Flower to flower, stem to stem.

They will have large red eyes.

They will come when she calls them.

Children will be model children.

She and her spider man

Will live happily in his web,

Eating insects, living day by day

In perfect peace, and happiness.

Contented in every way.

THE WINE OF LIFE

When we were young we found a time

Of holding hands, then running through fields together.

A time of laughter, health, fun

When you and I were one;

Learning to laugh at, to accept one anthers' idiosyncrasies.

In love, in hope,

In forward looking anticipation as our family grew.

We danced into our life together.

We bottled our love, hope, enthusiasm,

Stored them away in the wine cellar of our hearts.

Cradled in the dark warmth of years.

Now my love the time has come at last, at last,

To break open, to taste the wine

That time has brought to all it's excellence.

Mellowed, full bodied, a hearty bouquet

Just waiting for the day

When we two could bring it to our lips

To drink in the essence of perfection

We have patiently waited for.

Let us grow old together, my darling,

Someday but not now...

Now is a new beginning, like in our youth.

A time of holding hands, and running through fields together.

A time of laughter, health, fun.

You and I are one

Learning again to laugh at, to accept

One anothers' idiosyncrasies.

In love, in hope,

In forward looking anticipation with our family grown.

Come, let us dance into the rest of our lives together!

Come my love, let us begin our love story all over again.

TUG-A-WAR

Often there's a tug-a-war

Between mothers, and daughters-in-law.

My friend has that with her son's wife.

She really is not his wife

But his live in girlfriend.

That is what causes strife.

My friends a "smother mother".

Has been all her son's life.

They tug, they pull that poor son

This way, then that.

Till he is all torn to pieces

Like an old worn out hat.

My friend calls me her sister

I wanted you to know.

She's leaving me her Opal

Because she loves me so.

I hope I never pull my kids apart.

I really don't intend to, I promise cross my heart.

Don't see myself as smothering

For I love them, their spouses too.

So happy when they visit

I hug them tenderly.

I promise not to smother

For they mean so much to me.

WHAT IS LOVE?

You can't live by my definition of love.

Sometimes neither can I!

What for me is champagne,

Party hat festive,

For you

Maybe a bore.

Or hard to ignore.

Unattainable?

Who knows?

I can't define it.

All I know is that

When I'm with you

The party begins.

Then life lights up for me!

CLOUDS

Clouds, angel kissed,

Roll by my window tall.

White, marshmallow fluffy mounds

Are my favorite ones of all.

Study constantly to remember

Just how magnificent they are.

Sometimes I feel I can touch them.

Alas, they are too far.

Painting lovely clouds is my hobby.

Practice it night and morn.

They bring joy to my being

If ever I am forlorn.

Whenever I show my paintings

To someone that I like

I go back into my studio

To stroke another strike.

Hanging on our walls

My pictures are to me

Scenes that do bring memories

Of places I remember traveling oversees.

Others are from America

When we took a trip year long.

America is so gorgeous

I'm happy to belong!

WHATEVER

A little whatever goes a long way.

Whatever is the new teen lingo.

You know, it is expressive.

Whatever this, whatever that.

It does suffice when pushed into

The corner by a parent

Now doesn't it?

TO A YOUNG HOMEMAKER

My heart goes out to you young homemaker.

Sometimes you think that you shall burst,

Or flee to some far country where your mind

May nourish it's great thirst for knowledge.

But there's never time!

No time to sit with ease?

To do exactly as you please?

What exactly would you do?

Write a symphony or two?

Even paint a masterpiece?

Or build an edifice to praise the Lord?

Think!

You are creating beauty here.

Your every action is a prayer.

Your masterpiece is God's design,

His hand on yours, you mold a mind!

Haven't you thought of this before?

Let your noble heart be light.

Know that those you serve

Are adding stars unto your heavenly crown.

God the father is smiling down

On every sacrifice of yours.

CEREBRALITY

by Mary L. Watt

I like cerebral people

Because they are so brainy.

Liberalism is O K by me

Only I’m willing to bet

Those people are

Very zany.

We all know the

Cute monkeys who

Hear no evil, see no evil,

As we try to do.

Speak no evil is important!

A genius can practice that too.

If they qualify for Mensa,

Then always have fun

As well as being smart,

I hope they have

Enough sense-za

To love with all their heart.

Believe it or not

My husband is almost

A genius, he is

So smart. He loves

Me with all his heart.

He did right from t he start.

We have a

Wonderful life.

Love soft Jazz,

Enjoy reading,

Good movies,

Live with pizzas.

A "NAWLINS" LULLABY

A NAWLINS LULLABY

by GG Watt

The first time I laid eyes eyes

On her it was love

At first sight!

I closed my eyes

And breathed in

The aroma of this

Fair city.

Jazz came dancing

Out of every doorway.

On Basin Street.

To me it sounded like

A soft, sweet jazz lullaby.

Echos of the past grabbed

At your heart as you hurried by.

Memories stayed with you

Even after returning home.

Stately mansions, sweet aromas

Of Jambalyah, Crawfish pie,

Etouffee filled great reflections

Of a fabulous vacation. Fun time enjoying

Lunch at the Court of Two Sisters.

More memories were the luscious food,

We enjoyed Jumbalya , Andolle with

Bernaise Sauce, Shrimp Emeralde,

Baked Alaska at Antoines. We

Learned of Queen and King Neptune,

Mardi Gras floats,Meyer t he mad hatter,

Shopping at Bon Marche, grasshopper cocktails,

Early morning benyets at Cafe de Monde.

Watching Orleaners buy magazines, smokes,gum, mints,

While exchanging neighborhood gossip,

Latest news with smiling Mr. Sid.

These memories lingered

Long after returning home.

I think of them often ever sense.

CAMEO

My mother, my grandmother

Always wore a cameo

Everyday.  All the ladies

Of that era did as it was

The height of fashion in 

The early nineteen hundreds.

It was clasped at the top of 

Their high necked dresses.

A lovely carved Ivory piece

Which usually had a 

Pale peach color also.

Carved always in oval shape.

A beautiful lady was

Silhouetted with fine 

Features.  Sometimes

There was a small diamond

At her breast.  When mother

Passed away I wanted hers.

Another family member,

Who lived in the same

City as mother, got

There before I arrived

For mothers funeral so I

Never found the precious cameo.

Years later I saw it,

Also other gifts my husband

Had given me, on her wall

When I visited.  A few months

Later I wrote to ask her if

I could have or buy then from her.

She said she never had them!

Her mother said she 

Had sold them.  Sad for me

To realize my progeny would

Not have valuable family heirlooms.

Some people have no sentimentality!

Song: A BAPTISMAL CELEBRATION

Open your eyes, and you will see a family.

Open you heart, and you will feel God's love through me!

We will always be here for you

To comfort your distress.

Let us love you, and you will see

That we are your family.

Take His good news out everywhere,

You are born anew!

Live in His love, the kingdom of God

Is here for you.

The kingdom of God is in your heart

You're born again today.

This is the day we've dreamed about,

And now you've come to stay.

Repeat vs 1 & 2 , and end slowly with feeling.

Jesus loves you the way He loves all

The saints in the family of God.

COUSIN PAT

COUSIN PAT

by Mary Louise Watt

He was in the first wave

On the beach

Of mainland Italy, Sept. 3rd, 1943.

It was the successful invasion

Of Sicily.  Sadly he died

There his buddies trying to reach!

So sad for our family.

He worked, put his twin

Larry through college. 

We dearly loved him so.

His turn would be next

Now he could not go.

Two years after

That long world war two

We got back a Christmas package.

He never saw, it’s true.

A very stale Chocolate cake,

Wrapped presents for him to view.

When their mother

Aunt Bea passed away

Gramma raised the children.

The twins, little John, sister Ann. 

Father was a vet in the Army

In a foreign land.

When I was four 

On my birthday a package came.

Two big holes for peeking.

Looking in saw two big eyes.

I heard a whimper!  Oh boy, 

A doggie!  Something I was seeking.

From my uncle the vet.

Note inside said that

Beagles were best for children.

Named the puppy Sikes

For we lived in Sikeston then.

He romped after us on bikes.

I loved my doggie so:

Then one day we had to go away,

 So we left him with a neighbor.

When we came back for him

They said he had run away.

I found him in a closet dim!

We had moved to

Kansas City where

My daddy owned a store.

 One night he took

Me in his store,  gave me

A huge cookie, book to look.

We lived at 1313 E.Thirteenth street.

On the big sun porch my mother

Taught me to read, write, spell.

I got in trouble in school

Because the teacher said

I answered every question too well.  

PEACHES

                                          PEACHES

               by  GG Watt

When I was little

My cousins called me “Peaches”,

Actually they called me

“Peaches and cream”.

I liked the nickname because

Peaches are very sweet.

When twins Pat and Larry

Called me that 

I thought it pretty neat!

Gramma raised the twins,

Baby John Adams, beautiful Ann,

After Beatrice their mother died.

Gramma said “Raise them I can!”

They came to live in

Gramma’s big, lovely Victorian home

In Sedalia, Missouri from

Their home across the 

Big ocean’s foam.

Their father John 

Was in the Army

He was a vet.

He took care of 

The horses there,

In the Philippines.

Could not care for four

 Small babies under five,

By himself, at least not yet. 

Under Gramma’s care 

With character, faith, love,

They grew up so strong.

Fine citizens were they

Intelligent, cultured, charming.

Ann even more beautiful!

Larry, John so sweet, so kind.

Pat enlisted as the war started.

His Army adventures alarming!

NORA

  Nora

  by GG Watt

Poor little Nora Frumble

Every day at school

She would take a fall

Books and all

From the hall clear

Down the stairs

Poor Nora Frumble

Anything to be noticed

By the boys in high school.

Bump, bump, bump

She would tumble.

You would think

Everyone would

Catch on eventually.

But very few did.

The exceptions were

My friends and I.

Every day at exactly two,

Right after the bell rang

To change classes,

We'd wait at the foot

Of the stairs to watch her, 

To see the act she would do.

This is a matter of fact.

She would clutch her forehead,

Gracefully down she would go!

Over, over, over then land

KERPLUNK! Right at our feet.

We would try not to laugh,

Yes, we would laugh so

Trying not to let her know.

What a show!

SNOW ICE CREAM

Mother saw a recipe

In the paper one day

For making snow ice cream.

She sent my sister, two brothers, 

Outside with big spoons.

Off they went out the door.

I trotted along after them

Carrying a very small one

As I was only four.

We also took a dishpan

To gather "only very white

Snow!" said mother

Emphasizing "no yellow!"

At four I thought that funny.

It was a very cold day so

I was bundled up to my nose.

But in spite of the snow

The day was quite sunny.

Inside mother got out the big

Ice cream machine, hooked

It up, then we came inside.

We watched as it churned

Round, round it went, I stood

On my tip toes to see our 

Treat being made.  When

It was finished we all had some.

It was the best ever, so good.   

PULLING TAFFEE

Pulling taffy was a great

Fun time in my family.

On a snowy Saturday night

Mother would boil a

Sugary liquid until the

Candy thermometer registered

The temperature was just right.

After we all greased our hands,

She poured it out

On a greased cooky sheet.

When it was cool enough

We'd roll a piece in our hands.

We'd make a big ball then

Usually we would sneak a small

Bite, oh it was so sweet!

Two at a time we would

Pull with all our might

Over and over, fold, pull,

Fold, pull till it was creamy

White taffy.  Mother would

Then crack off pieces of it.

We would all have a piece,

Eat till we were full.

If there was more left,

We would choose a partner,

Then begin all over again.

As we pulled it got bigger, longer,

Stretching out across the kitchen.

We always got the giggles 

As we pulled.  My brothers

Pulled the best ones

As they were stronger.

IF ONLY

         IF ONLY
by GG Watt


If only we could communicate
With those whom we have loved.
The ones who have passed away.
Whom we wanted with us to stay.

How wonderful that would be
To see them, talk to them again.
To meet them face to face
To be enfolded in their embrace.

It will only be possible when
We, too, die. To be united with Jesus.
It is sad they will never return.
United we’ll be, have no concern.

REGARDING MY CRUSH ON JEAN PIERRE

When I was twelve in my first 

Year of high school

I had a serious crush on

The handsome movie star

Jean Pierre Aumont.

He starred in the movie

The Cross Of Lorraine.

I loved him from afar.

I kept his picture in the back

Of my school binder so I could 

Look at him often in my binder.

I would look at him and sigh!

I thought of him as my sweetheart.

He made my twelve year old heart flutter.

They say that love is blind

Well, mine was blinder!

Never dared tell anyone 

About what was hiding in my binder.

About my secret "Prince Charming"

For fear I'd be laughed at

Or worse still, be ridiculed.

I already was teased about being

Too skinny cause kids called me "Grasshopper!"

That surely would have been alarming.

I grew up and married

My "Prince Charming"

My dream man.

Not a movie star

As handsome as one though.

We have lived such a 

Wonderful, exciting life. 

Love of God has made it so.

THE SAGA OF THE POISONED DART

There once was a family,

An outstanding family, a model family.

A lovely family of beauty and grace.

A holy family, too.

Each day they prayed together

For the whole human race.

The couple was married

When they were quite young.

Loved each other and their

Four young children dearly.

Especially four year Kevin

Who lisped through his tongue.

The children never seemed to fight.

Unusual for children I think.

Melody the baby had big blue eyes.

Lorraine was the teen glamorous sixteen.

Eileen, the studious one in glasses

So pretty, graceful, she walked like a queen.

After dinner and prayers

They were all snuggled down

One night in the winter.

The TV was off, no noise in the house, 

They started  to snooze, when suddenly

Mother heard something splinter!

"Wake up George, listen

I heard something queer!" 

"I heard nothing dear."

"Sh-h-h! George please

I know I heard something

Back of the house at the rear".

He sat up and listened

Then heard a strange sound.

Someone or something 

Was prowling around.

"I'll get the dart dear"

Said he "for protection".

He opened the drawer

Took something small out,

Under his breath he was swearing.

Two men came tiptoeing out in the hall,

Swiftly opened the doors,

Ugly masks they were wearing.

A scene quite scary as they

Called the children to enter. 

"Get out!" cried George in a loud voice.

"I've got a poison dart here

Which kills in seconds,

What's your choice?"

They turned, ran downstairs then

Out the door.  Hurried away in the night.

Much faster than when they came in.

George and Ruth laughed till their 

Stomach's started to hurt.

As George stood holding a fountain pen!

So tonight when you go up to sleep

Remember to put your pen upon the bed.

No need to listen for strange noises 

In the night.  Sleep peacefully

Without any worry at all.

With a weapon you have nothing to dread.

David Copperfield

                              DAVID COPPERFIELD

by Mary L. Watt

David Copperfield was a wonderful child.

Invented by Charles Dickens.

The 1800’s produced many of his 

Fascinating books, some funny, some sad.

He wrote t hem so fast and furious

Some people thought him mad!

Mr. and Mrs. Macauber loved David so much.

After his miserable life in a strictly disciplined school.

Life there was so hard.  They beat him daily.

Made him a slave.  Worked in a factory

When he was very young.

Life was so terribly cruel.

Mr. Maucaber had to move away one day.

He could not take David with him. 

 David was alarmed!  

He ran away to find an aunt

He knew would give him a home

Protect him from being harmed.

Thieves stole all his money.

He had to walk many long miles

When asleep by a tree

Someone stole his shoes

His feet were cut and bleeding.

Unfortunately the thief he did not see.

Euriah Heep was a strange, puny, deceitful man.

Unkind, cruel.  He lived near the home where

David lived.  David grew up with Agnes

The daughter of the school master.

Dora was his true heart’s attraction.

Where ever he was he thought of her.

His aunt changed his name to Trotwood.

Which he became known as later in life.

His adventures were exciting reading.

Gramma and I loved reading Dickens.

On summer days we’d sit under the trees, 

Reading enjoying being together.

When I Start To Write A Poem

                       WHEN I START TO WRITE A POEM

by GG Watt

When I start to write a poem

I look around to see what I can see.

There is a crucifix upon the wall

With Jesus looking down at me.

I take my pen and start to write.

Just as busy as can be.

Words come fast as lightening

In my brain inspiration hits me suddenly.

Magically a poem appears upon the page.

I have to stop for dinner.

Noticed I’ve put on a few pounds

So made vegetables hoping to get thinner.

Going back to my posting at the computer

Where I begin to save it.

I find I really like the poem

So I start to type, I cannot see

I get up cause I need a lamp lit.

I continue typing until bedtime.

I am growing very sleepy.

The wind is howling outside.

It’s sound is very creepy.

Tomorrow I will write more poetry

Perhaps a spooky, scary one,

About that howling wind I heard.

Will even scare me when I’m done!

I do love writing poetry.

It is my favorite hobby.

Some like it, others no.

Me thinks they are quite snobby.

Panache

PANACHE 

by GG Watt

The three musketeers had panache.

They were very brave, swashbuckling

Men who absolutely had courage.

When wielding a sharp sword

They always defeated their opponent 

Who usually was very mean.

Slashing, flashing swords

Could be heard clicking

Whenever they were near.

They never started fights

But always seemed to win them.

Defending justice or perhaps

A fair maiden in distress.

Whose heart they usually

Won with their panache.

 

MY LIFE'S PLEASURES

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...

It's about learning to dance in the rain"!

When your whole life becomes distress

Sarah Breathneck said

"When we choose not to

Focus on what's missing

From our lives but are grateful

For the abundance that's present...

We experience heaven on earth!"

There is much truth in that saying.

Everyone I know tries to do just that.

My husband and I do, too.

Some never learn so their lives are flat.

Flat just like a pancake lying in the pan.

They never seem to see the joys that surround them.

If only they look around they will

See the beauty in their lives.

It is there but they cannot seem to feel it.

I've heard many mothers complain

About raising their children.

They only see the diapers, crying, whining.

If only they could enjoy the kids now

Because they grow up so fast.

Sometimes mothers, fathers lose their tempers

They bring their precious little ones up

Yelling, screaming, even swearing at them.

How sad for little ears to hear that day after day!

My husband and I enjoyed our children.

Oh sure, there were times when we

Became exasperated and did our share

Of talking a little too loudly,

Blew our lids at them. We are human!

For the most part we were pretty good.

We had a large family. All together I

Delivered eight babies. We now have six

Having lost two. Son Bob died four years ago.

My husband traveled from Monday to Friday

Each week for many years. I stayed home

With the children. Crazy or not actually

I thought it was like heaven! I always

Wanted a big family. Our first five were

In five years, by the time our eldest was

Twelve we had all of them. After a busy

Day, dinner, baths, I would put them to bed

After prayers, I would kiss them goodnight.

Then read them a bedtime story.

Turn off the lights, tiptoe out of their rooms.

The hard part was keeping Bobby in bed.

That little rascal would tease me night

Every night running around for me to catch.

I finally outsmarted him by tying his ankle

To the bedpost with a nylon stocking. It

Was great for when he strained against it

It would tighten, then when he stopped

It would go slack. Finally after a week

I only tied it to his ankle. He never knew

The difference since he was only two.

I'd do all of my housework

In the middle of the night so

I coud play with the children

The next day. Thursday was

"Mamas day". The kids observed

That day strictly. I would do anything

I wanted to. If I was tired and wanted

To stay in bed and read it was OK.

They would stay by me to read, draw,whatever.

I ran my household like a nursery school.

I kept dishpans with their names on them

Over the dryer to hold their folded clothes.

Their jobs were to put them away. I would

Tell them in the morning to hurry, get dressed,

Because after breakfast we would have something

Wonderful, a surprise to do that day. Each one

Was responsible for making their bed. I never

Critisized them for their were very proud of their job.

My husband and I found our family

So much fun to our delight. When Don

And I first married we promised to spend

Two hours a day with each other. To this

Day we still do it. By phone when he traveled.

We still do it holding hands telling about our day.

Even at church we hold hands. After sixty long years

We love each other dearly. Forever darling is engraved

In our wedding bands. Sweet huh?

IN MY GARDEN

A little yellow flying bug

Is peeking in my window now

Looks like he would like to come inside

But alas he does not know how

He keeps flying there

I think he has a smile upon his face

Oops! he just bumped his nose

On the window pane at my place

Oh another visitor here

There goes a monarch butterfy

She flutters by the window

Darting up then down I know not why

I've planted many flowers

In my flower bed

Riotious colors planted there

To tempt yellows blues also red

I/m happy in my garden

I say my rosary there

By the statue of blessed Mary

Sitting on my patio chair

I see big yellow bumble bees

Gathering sweet honeyed nector from

Flowers weeds stalks of cone buds  

I hear the chorus of the birds

Tweeting melodies as they come

It is so pleasant on my patio

Warmed by the noonday sun

Watching fluffy clouds pass by

I love to paint them every one

NOSES

Used to wonder why

God gave some of us long noses?

Others are broad and wide.

Jimmy Dirante called his a "Snozzola".

I never knew I had a different nose

Until one day in second grade

Catherine Mulvehill told me

That Tommy Murphy said that

"I would be the prettiest girl in

Second grade if I did not have such

A long nose"! Well then I began to

Wonder why that was. Finally I

Realized one day that all the best

Singers I've known had them.

They resonate the lovely sound

Of a beautiful singing voice just

Like a fabulous instrament.

Thank you Lord for giving me

A long large nose! Mother always

Told me to be thankful for even having

A nose at all because she read in the paper

That a lady in Kansas City let a squrrel

Run up her arm one day. She was happy

Thinking he would do her no harm when

All of a sudden he BIT OFF HER NOSE!

Wow, I should start a contest called

The long, large nosed singers annual

Contest inviting all people in that catagory

In the U. S., or even the world to come.

I'll call it the Jimmy Dirante Nose-Off!

We will have judges who measure to see

Just who has the longest, largest, biggest nose.

I'll bet that person will have the best voice in history.

Yep, I'm gonna do it. I'll tell them all to

Bring a big red ribbon along to tie around their noses.

Now for the first time in my life I really do appreciate

My beautiful long nose!

In fact I just might tie a pretty red ribbon around it

Or a blue one meaning 1st prize then wear it every day.

I really have learned to love my long nose!

PASTORA

Pastora was one of those people

Who lived like a saint.

So good, charming, holy

That one would think

She had a halo

Above her head!

She used to say

Distinctly that is she referred

To the people she helped

As "my poor's".  The other

Was she always addressed

Everyone as "my friend"when she 

Could not remember their names.

I want to follow

Her example for

I, too, have a problem

Remembering names.

The saintly part I will

Have to work very hard

To keep trying to attain!

LONDON PRIDE GERMANY SHAME

Winston Churchhill tenacious "bull dog"

Was an interesting man.

In the 1930's this imperial person of history 

You will meet if you scan.

He was stalwart, strong,

Unbending in the face of war.

Had many "black dog" days

Remained the most brave there are!

In Germany Jews were being

Hauled away to the camp.

Concentration ones for killing.

Crammed into box cars all cold and damp.

Those who remember lived to tell

All have tattooed numbers on their wrist.

Families, friends all dead in the ovens

For they were burned to a crisp!

It's startling to think

There is a group--hopefully few.

Who do not believe this horror

Ever occurred to any Jew.

Adolf Hitler's pure Arian race

He thought to be 

The purest of pure

He hoped to live in history.

But God intervened  

To Hitler's surprise

God suddenly brought about

This fiendish dictator's quick demise!