It is the final day of this year's NaPoWriMo or, as I like to call it, Poetry Boot Camp. I will still be posting poetry here, but probably not on a daily basis. I need a bit of a rest. Anyway, today's prompt is to write a poem about a strange and fascinating fact.
Boner Part
In New York in 1927
the Museum of French Arts
had on display the penis
of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Most museum patrons
were not overly impressed,
so, guys, don't feel inadequate
when you get undressed.
One newspaper account
described it as a "shriveled eel."
Imagine how dejected that
would have made Napoleon feel.
Throngs of giggling people filed by
to pay it their respects.
Of course someone had to coin
the term Napoleon Complex.
Laugh if you must, but remember,
it was once inside the pants
of the man who, for ten years,
was the Emperor of France. - Jeff Barnes
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