Bonaparte's Revenge
Oh how foolish kids can be,
on their bikes under the climbing tree.
One on the Blue Booger,
the other on the Green Snot,
making bold but simple assertions
about a great military man,
laughing about his humiliating condition
many years after his death.
And in the heavens Napoleon looks down,
with those madman eyes
that everyone always raves about,
and he chuckles, knowing how simple there boys are,
being pre-pubescent and all.
"You silly boys," he slightly fumes,
"one of you shall pay for such insolence."
His finger nail mares a soft clay figurine.
The Green Snot is being peddled home
and the rider can feel it.
"Not me, oh please no me," he whispers,
"what a terrible thing to happen."
The boy gets home, drops to his knees
and goes through the motions of
"Please God, Please."
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