This verse was written by my late Father in Law, Mr. Patrick Kelly from Dundalk.
Paddy died in 1969, his poems and plays were very well known in Co. Louth,
His plays were often performed in Dundalk Town Hall by the local Amateur Players.
Paddy's first born son, also called Patrick (Patsy) was also a member of the Dundalk players, he was a real character and was often interviewed on the local radio Station, LM/FM.
Sadly, Patsy died suddenly while out jogging with his friends in January 2010. He was 63 years of age.
I send this verse along with Paddy's daughter Eilis,my wife, in memory of them both.



Hitler's Dream

Now here is a story, strange as it may seem,
Of Herr Hitler the Nazi and his terrible dream.

Being tired of the allies, he lay down on his bed
and amongst other things, he dreamnt he was dead.

He was all straightened out and lying in State
and his little moustache was frozen with hate.

He went from this earth and up to Heaven went straight
and he proudly stood at the Golden Gate.

But Peter looked out and in a voice loud and clear,
Cried.. "Herr Hitler the Nazi" you can't come in here.

So Hitler turned back and away he did go,
with the greatest of speed to the regions below.

But the lookout angel was well worth his hire,
He flew through to Satan and gave him the wire.

So Satan said "Fellows", I'll give you a warning,
we're expecting Herr Hitler down here in the morning.

Now I'll tell you straight and I'll tell you clear,
we're too blasted good for that fellow down here.

O' Satan, O' Satan, Herr Hitler cried,
I heard what you said, while standing outside.

Oh give me a corner,I've nowhere to go,
But Satan said no, a thousand times no.

So he kicked Hitler back, then vanished in smoke
and just at that moment Herr Hitler awoke.

He jumped right up in a lather of sweat,
Shouting, Doctor oh Doctor, its my worst dream yet.

To Heaven I'll not go, that I can tell,
But it's a dammed awful thing, to be kicked out of "Hell".