If I was French
This would be
The day that Louis
Tried to flee
The mob that ruled
The Tulleries
With his hounded
Family
On his way to
Montmardy;
But unlike Louis
And his might have beens
(He was captured
At Varennes) ,
My escape was not foiled
By a coin
In my billfold;
Yes, I escaped
The guillotine,
My overthrow
By that mad Queen;
Once more I’m King
In my own bed,
And with my Roselyn
Safely wed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aw, a real rich humor David, a great rhyme.