"Napoleon, Napoleon, what's up with your Frau? She doesn't wash, She doesn't comb, She is an old sow!" so goes the rhyme on the boards surrounding a new town hall being built in the Black Forest and short, pithy poems with wit (like the man himself) are what we looked for for this anthology.

"Napoleon, Napoleon, what's up with your Frau? She doesn't wash, She doesn't comb, She is an old sow!" so goes the rhyme on the boards surrounding a new town hall being built in the Black Forest and short, pithy poems with wit (like the man himself) are what we looked for for this anthology.