Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 His Doll

He found me when he was a boy,

And kept me though I was a doll.

I became more than just a toy.

With me he shared his secrets all.

I was small and of cloth was made,

So he could carry me around.

Inside his uniform I laid,

And was with him history bound,

As we went into World War II.

He really thought he'd win that war.

But just the opposite came true.

He shouted at me more and more.

He placed me on a bunker shelf,

Then Adolf Hitler shot himself.