Old Churchill Poem by Francis Duggan

He was a war leader and his type not rare
Old Churchill knew of his black dog of despair
He promised his people blood, sorrow and tears
And he is remembered though dead now for years.

Fat expensive cigars old Churchill did smoke
And he looked a grumpy and surly old bloke
He spoke rather gruffly his voice had a croak
But he was the type who could laugh at a joke.

Churchill with Roosevelt and Stalin and Charles DeGaulle
Are war leaders that many do wish to recall
But to the scythe of the reaper one by one they did fall
And the heroes to many are not heroes to all.

Old Churchill was one not renowned for his looks
But he did win a Nobel Prize for his books
With the dead of England forever he lay
But he is remembered by many today.