- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Napoleon, stricken!
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Napoleon cries alone in the back corner of the bar,
his head in his hands,
wondering just where the hell he went wrong.
'The head of the army and Josephine,'
he tests, feeling the words give way to grief once more.
Inconsolable, not even
Ney – bravest of the brave! – can make him feel whole.
Davout doesn't know
what the hell he's going to do, pacing back and forth
doesn't help much.
'Josephine, Josephine,' the Emperor bemoans,
lifting himself up to look round
the faces crowded around him. 'If I just had a bit more
time, Josephine. Josephine!'
He returns his head to his hands, weeping anew.
Marie Walewska enters the scene and all breathe a
sigh of relief: she can handle this.
So, Davout and Ney retire from the field, leaving
La Petite Colonel alone with his Countess.
She may not be his greatest love, but she'll do.
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