THE WOLFGANG IS AT THE DOOR
Baby Mozart
Was musically smart.
At age six,
Just for kicks,
He, Amadeus,
Played his
Own composed sonata
Much earlier than he oughta
(According to rules
Of music schools).
As a child prodigy,
He was treated like a god, you see.
Mozart had no plan
For maturing,
And thus as a man
His music was enduring,
But he was not.
He always earned less than he bought;
His creditors would accept no check from him.
Since he didn't scrimp and save,
His finances were squirrely.
He had to write his own Requiem
And ended up in a pauper's grave
Much too early.
MA'AM, WOULD YOU PLEASE REMOVE YOUR HEAD?
Because the rowdy French mob
Was convinced that aristocracy was evil,
It took upon itself the job
Of political upheaval.
(The rabble just couldn't deal
With not storming the Bastille).
The crowds had no time to bake...
So they offered no cake
To Marie Antoinette,
Who was about to get
A different kind of just dessert,
Which hurt
Just a split-second.
Whenever Madame LaFarge beckoned,
The revolution dealt
With whoever it felt
Had been too close to the throne
(Including some of its own).
Usually, this involved a simple operation
To cure excessive respiration:
It generally proved radical
When the region between
The chin and the clavicle
Was caressed by a guillotine.