A poem about Napoleon Bonaparte's conquest of Europe and half of the globe.
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished; making me historically distinguished. At Marengo I had Austria subdued; then I was to honour undoubtedly glued. At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands; then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands. At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell, to avoid carnage, and possibly hell. At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked, as his Russian forces had their arses kicked. At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled, as his smitten forces profusely bled. At Toulon I first distinguished myself for a career that would exalt oneself. Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came, but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
That little Emperor reminds me of some modern day egotistical fallen bastards, almost too numerous to mention. I have read that when he was in Egypt he used the Spinks for target practice with his cannons, blowing the nose off that ancient landmark--disgusting.
Ron