Always Downfallen
The mood, in Hitler's bunker
Seemed less gay that April night.
The Führer had looked drunker
When his shade had been less white
His wrists were ripe for shaking
(Or just putting in a sling)
Until, all else forsaking
He drank his underling
Across the Iron Curtain
Eva's breasts were creamy white
No-one felt uncertain
That they'd always shine so bright
Her lips defied conjecture
They sucked at each man's soul
Like dugongs in a deck-chair
Like magnets to the pole
At Stalingrad, I fancy,
The cold had warmed some hearts
Since the thrill of necromancy
Chastised the frozen tarts
Before the sight of silence
Besmirched the precious lamb
We abnegated violence
And marinaded ham
Envoi
Heil yourself, you autocratic louse
And don't expect a welcome in this house.
| Contributors: | Roland, will h, Apsley, Horatio, P, Helen Owly, shorts, Copperjock, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 29th June 2005 by Helen Owly. |