Morceau De Napoléon ('Who Dares To Speak Of '98? ' Poem by Anthony Weir

Morceau De Napoléon ('Who Dares To Speak Of '98? '



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.

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