In 1939, I think that was the day,
When Englands army sailed away,
They met Germany on the other side,
'Here they come! ' The Germans Cried!
The guns were fired, the rocks were hurled,
So that Hitler didn't take over the world,
The German army were looking poor,
As one by one they fell to the floor.
'Help! Help! Help! ' He cried,
The only German who hadn't died,
But England were getting better and better,
And Hitler's face was getting redder.
With only one more man to go,
Germanys chance was looking low,
Will he die or will he survive?
'I beg of you, please keep me alive! '
In the end the German gave up,
Hitler looked like he was about to erupt,
So England sailed back to spread their glory,
And this is the end of my World War Story!
becca watson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/world-war-two-2/
