Tuileries Palace

In his diary Uncle History really dishes–
Napoleon stinks of feces
Though he tries to cover it up
With antimacassar
Which only makes him smell
Like a rich man’s piss pot
His breath is like death after death
As for the Empress
She smells like burning bibles
His nose is Uncle’s best sense
Because no one ever sees him
He’s the future perfect
But he still shivers

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