Axis & Allies - damowords

Blucher
Of a spring‐time morning Silesian,
Midst the seedlings that sprout au naturale,
A deep‐snoozing septegenarian
Retires into his calm idyllic shell;
Yet one eye strays
From his twilight slumber,
For throʹ the distant haze pricks a despatch rider.
The old man clasps the young mans hand,
ʺVill you haf sausage or vineʺ
ʺNein, mein prince, for the Vaderland
Faces a perilous time
& in your hands total command,
Our army of the Rhine.ʺ
ʺVat is the reason behind this request
ʺNAPOLEON has returnʹd to the nest!ʺ
The fresh flight of that fearful bird
Wings deep into his core,
With but one word his mojo stirrʹd,
The great, unsettlʹd score,
How bloody shall the battles be in fields of mud & gore.
Prussia
24th March
Warʹs Sinew
Behind the hustle of a bustling street
The anglicisʹd head of Europeʹs Jewry
Invites his dinner guest to a retreat
For an apertif of ten‐year brandy;
Midst rich décor
The niceties dissolve
Into stern talk of warʹs most delicate resolve.
ʺBounaparte must be defeated
To ensure a friendly France
& the German states united
Shall hold Europaʹs balance...
My cabinet has requested,
Small matter of finance,
That is to say, five millions in specie,
Be handlʹd by the Rothschild companyʺ
ʺMy firm accepts, the terms mʹlord
Are two percent interest...ʺ
The golden horde sharpens the sword
Plungʹd in the Belgic breast...
Upon a sure‐fire favourite do true gamblers invest.
London
27th March