Napoleon had very tiny private
parts, hacked off, apparently, post mortem,
sold to a Canadian for £18,000
a little while ago.
His mistresses were just for show.
Had the Irish
(whom he failed to liberate)
known this, they might
have placed their trust in -
pointed in dance
around -
their 1800 phallic stones
and not upon the impotent and upstart
Emperor of France.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem