Nero played his fiddle,
The populace peed & piddled,
Roman legions caught in the middle,
Left their posts, themselves they did twiddle…
Hair on their palms they might have grown,
If that were the case, I could not see my palms,
Read they did while waiting for the fire to go out, the book of psalms,
None it seemed did have any but a minor qualm…
When Rome was but a cinder,
Nothing left could be found as tinder,
Nero wouldn’t give up his violin,
Instead thumbs down he did give,
All the time taking shots of slow gin…
© ed ;-) 11/7/08
Hugzz Ch'erie
Marcus_Aurelius Preposterous, Emperor of Rome, brutalizer of barbarian scum.
ps. I have a vacancy for a centurion if you're up for it? Had to throw the last one to the wolves for bursting his incontinence pants at a charity orgy.
Newfie hugs, Rose
Edvard the Elder
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Regis
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