Scourge of France till Robespierre and his pal Danton
said that Louis and his lady had to die.
Royals from BFD to hated in Gaul an’
the populace didn’t want their heads on pikes.

(They’d meet their fate. . .killed alright.)

The mission of Max later became the Terror—
with the Guillotine it started; heads would part
from bodies way up there and drop down where
they would lie bare with dead-eye stare.
Latin Quarter cheered as did Montmartre
purged of their king and queen, noggins in tumbrel cart.

Moving the gruesome baggage downward!

Ghastly hat trick. . .gone heads. . .Gallo-Guillo-hackers.
Girl Habsburg said of peasants: “Let ’em eat tarte!”
For the blade she and Louis were measured—
that knife sure tears when it drops square.
Later Maximillien was unmasked
as a paranoid tyrant, who would soon depart.

Bad luck! His head unstuck. Tough luck! Gone were his smarts.
So today we ask, what did this lesson impart?