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Mark Toney Oct 2019
Napoleon Bonaparte
1769 Corsica is where he got his start
One of the greatest commanders in history
His manner of death a 200-year-old mystery

Napoleon played it close to the vest
With his armies he was always the best
But 'twas nothing he could do
When he met his Waterloo
Lived his last few years under house arrest

Napoleon drank the water and headed for the loo
He did nothing different than you or I could ever do
Be kind to your skin and protect your bone-a-parts
Remember that's where good hygiene starts!
8/8/2019 - Poetry form: Clerimerick Couplets  (A hybrid form composed of a Clerihew, Limerick and 2 rhyming Couplets. The Clerihew has been described as the literate cousin of the Limerick.  So I thought, hey, why not get the cousins together for this one!   Then two rhyming couplets showed up to the party and voilà!  - Waterloo Clerihew 23-Skidoo! - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Terry Collett Oct 2017
He wrote his wife
from battle's field
how he cleaved through
the solider's head,
and how now, he said,
I see his eyes peer hard
from night's sleep.

All about me men
were killing, hacking
each on each,
as if Hell had emptied
all upon the field,
none giving quarter;
none until death comes
will yield.

He added fond wishes
and kisses at the bottom,
his scribbled hand
was hard to read
midst fingerprints
blood marked,
where one had bled.

She had his letter
and his words,
but he was dead.
Waterloo Letter 1815
ConnectHook Sep 2015
♪♥♫♥♫♥♪♥♫♥♫

My fantasies turned blonde in ‘seventy-six.

Bjorn, and the flickas sailed  from East to West.

Santa Lucia never shone so blessed

as she did in my private Euro-mix.

Perfect pop longs for that feminine fix.

Cassette wheels whirred –  branding, then impressing

grooves upon the brain; my thrall confessing

love for Nordic light (in Disco metrics).

The names still strike flames, kindling bright renown:

Frida, Agnetha  –  your longships linger

Your Viking faces sacked my harbor town.

portaging hope to this shipwrecked singer,

enwreathing smiles to reach our further shore.

I Do… (times five – and will forevermore).
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2013/08/09/abba-76-77/

♪♥♫♥♫♥♪♥♫♥♫
Ah.. .she tilts her head away
To a man he should have become
A shiver down her willowy spine
towards another man
a Someone who wouldn't run
~
This first guy was into Kinks.
This guy thought he was a joint

Oh just laugh mischievously for once!
~
chilly out back and a vibrato to his voice ...Fair enough
oh but what she thinks won't last
until her shoulders
relax.

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