The Fall of Rome

It was the Emperor's birthday. The Coliseum was sold out. All over the Cityyou could hear The people laughs and shout. First came on the animals In the early evening heat' Not much fun once They’d had enough Christians 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 came the speciality act, The deflowering of a hundred  maids All tastefully laidout Under transparent sunshades. Out strode the proud Nubian Dressed In G string and sarong Eager to get started at The clash of the 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 fine at dress rehearsal Earlier on today. It being a little early To send the crowd home They had a little riot And they burned down Rome. The Emperor got excited And quickly joined Swaying to the flames as  He played his violin. That's how the Empire ended By contemporary description; How different it could have been With Viagara on prescription.