Napoleon Bonaparte, so small, they say,

But what if the truth had gone astray?

A towering giant, seven feet tall,

The "little general" wasn't little at all!

He wore big boots with sneaky lifts,

While crafting propaganda gifts.

His generals knelt at every meet,

Making him seem petite and sweet!

The crowd would cheer, "Oh, look how small!

The cutest leader of them all!"

While Napoleon smirked, towering high,

His head almost touching the Parisian sky.

"This little image works just fine,"

He chuckled while sipping his towering wine.

"Who needs the truth when charm's my game?

Being short just boosts my fame!"

His hat? Enormous, let's be clear,

To balance his head when he'd disappear.

Crouched in photos, he'd play his part,

Selling himself as "short but smart."

But one wild day, his boots came loose,

Revealing his legs like a giraffe on the loose!

"Mon Dieu!" they gasped, "Is this a dream?

Napoleon's taller than a Parisian beam!"

The truth was buried; the secret stayed,

For "Little Nappy" was a better trade.

But next time you hear of his small repute,

Remember the giant with the extra-tall boots!