Though you won wars—Spain at world's end—
History said it was your rival we needed to send.
And you, poor Pompey, you’re no raging flame—
Just a Banana Republic in marketing shame.
Not the volcano, certainly no pirated storm—
Just a cautionary tale in sad lukewarmish form.
But Pomp got the last laugh—how utterly absurd!
Caesar? The silliest salad. A Racine racket, last that I’d heard.