Nero

i wrote this poem for history class, hope you like it.

He was emperor of Rome
In the arts he did roam

He was bloody and a mess
When he kicked his mother to death

He killed his aunt as well
With fatal laxative she said farewell

Two wives have also seen death
One was executed and lost her head

When Rome was on Fire he was not there
Build a palace on that land
He declared

When finally Rome had had enough
He killed himself with a cut

"What an artist dies with me"
Were his last words you see