a cornucopia of clerihews consisting of a chronology of crackpots

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A stone age Chieftain called Ug
Who some thought a bit of a thug
He tethered a stick to a stone 
From then on the club was born

The Emperor Julius caesar 
Was an imperious geezer
He was bound to set all Rome a quiver
When he forded that famed Gallic river

The tyrannical Genghis Khan 
Was a very dangerous  man
In fact there was no one crazier 
In the whole continent of Asia 

And it's onwards and viva Jo Stalin 
Cos he was a right little darling
He had quite a talent for moreism 
When imposing Siberian tourism 

Let's raise a glass for Sir Winston 
He'd more soldier in him than Princeton 
Left feeling a bit of a nelly
When he reached for that soft underbelly 

Although  Hitler looked very funny
His outlook wasn't  so sunny
But eventually he came undone 
In a bunker with old Eva Brun

And as for that Idi Amin 
He was more than a little bit mean
He set everybody to shiver 
Chowing down on his enemies liver

I feel I must mention the Trump
Some say he's a bit of a chump 
But life is a work of art
When you realise he's named for a fart.


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