Napoleon Poem by Pierre Rausch

I am going to the barricades
By a tall row of houses
The style of this cabaret
Napoleon was a hair-dress
Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac
Thought I saw you pass
An amusing variety
A superior manner
A Belgian in Brussels
'Guess, you love me, then? '
Lone women!
Have you lost that silver piece? '
A Belgian in Brussels
He must have been nine
Ill-tempered air
This scrawled in charcoal
What a void in absence of daze
Composed the travellers' tariff
Napoleon thought himself the servor and the possessor
What a void in absence of daze
Had fallen from this apron's pocket
„How was, turning the damask curtains crimson“
Advert on side
'Is it for you'
How was it?
With manners at table
This formidable gesture
A lilac robe
Lilac curtain
Of the gouty man within
A purple curtain
A purple robe
Of the gouty man within
And clever
A lilac robe