Bill in the Town of Rill
There once was a ghost named Billl
Who haunted the town of Rill
Je scared them to death
Except for old Beth
And now she is writing her will

My Book
Looks like its been read
Smells like old paper
Taste like a bowl of noodle soup
Sounds like another reality
Feels like a special friend

Parade of Jews
Poorest souls alive
Faces stretched with tortue
Hunger ate them
Watching the ground
Avoiding the people
Who came observing their humiliation
Prelude to their deaths
Someone, anyone, step forward
No one did

That last one was from the book thief if anyone read it