Thursday, 12 July 2012

Oh, Napolean Bona'parte!

Oh, Napolean Bonaparte ( said a friend in jest) was born apart;
Trained in artillery art, never did he wince to trim the lards,
Staged a coup d'état, and proclaimed his crown in farthest European yards.

I wonder what his mother said, while he droned Napoleonic war:
across the border- and as they say- pretty pretty far.                                                                
We'll talk about that in the end, but let us now discuss his reign.

In his praxis of hegemony, he did many a cross-country;
Spared no Boss in Europe, singing word for word of " Born to Run".
And therein lies the twist in tale, for he chose the Russians for more fun.

" Power's my mistress.", roar'd the military king;  and there you sense
   his arsenic poisoning.
The Battle of waterloo had him confined, in some island of British regime.

" Napolean, Napolean!, you bag o'nuts! what need to trudge 'em several yards?";
( Remember wh't his mama said, when all his droning crossed the bars!)
" Don't grind your bones, just play your part. Didn't I tell you, lad, you were born apart?






2 comments:

  1. I was so right, when I said you had something to do with literature. Here, again I was right. Beautiful...

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  2. Brilliant..again!! i like the humour in history Singh!! btw, whoz this fren who came up with this born-apart theory?? heheee. Good work.

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