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It was on the Emperor's birthday.



The Coliseum was sold out.



You could hear the crowd’s



Excited laughs and shouts,



 



First came on the animals



In the early evening heat'



A little bit bad tempered at not



 Being given enough to eat.



The came on the gladiators



All dressed up to thrill,



Because it was Caesar's birthday



They weren't allowed to kill.



 



Then the speciality act,



 One hundred virgin maids



All to be deflowered under



 Individually raised sunshades.



 



Out strode the proud Nubian



In G string and sarong



Eagerly awaiting for



The clash of the starting gong. 



First three dispatched with ease



He stiffened, clasped his head



And without further ado



Fell down stone deaded dead.



 



In the stunned silence



The promoters was heard to stay



He was excellent at rehearsal



Earlier on today.



 



It being a little early



To make their way home



The crowd quickly  rioted



And burned down Rome.



That's how the Empire ended



According to  historical description;



How different it could have been if



They’d've had Viagara on prescription.




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The Fall Of Rome