A Hot Meal In Besieged Stalingrad Poem by Shaun Cronick

Towards the end of the siege of Stalingrad,
The German Sixth Army was slowly starving to death.
Hunger was rampant.
One German sergeant addressed his commanding officer,
A major and said would he care for a hot meal.
He added, I can assure you sir it's not human.
The major obliged him.
And when he finished his meal,
He asked his sergeant what had he just eaten,
For it tasted delicious.
To which his sergeant dutifully replied...
The last of the dobermanns.