A poem that needs to be written that I don't have the talent to write

At Barnes and Noble, my home away from home, again.  Character two tables over, middle-aged guy has been delivering a lecture on the history of film to a friend for the better part of an hour now.  I've been doing a good job of not listening.  But bits and pieces have gotten through and I know that Ian Fleming and the first Bond movies figure importantly in his thesis.  Japanese sexual mores do too and somehow he moved from discussing casual nudity on Japanese TV to Kaiser Wilhem's ambitions on the eve of World War I and now I have the title of a poem that I will never be able to write, but maybe Steve or Sherry or Mad will oblige:

"Naked,  the Kaiser dances with geishas."

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[Mad Kane]

A haiku (really a senryu) just for you:

Warrior Wilhelm
ambition quite as naked
as dancing geishas.

[OutOfContext]

Naked, The Kaiser Dances With Geishas

Trans. From the German.

“Someday, they shall name a roll for me.”
The Kaiser lifts his left leg and places his foot against his right knee.
He steadies himself, his arm around the geisha on his left.
His immense body trembles sending ripples across his skin.
The geisha who serves as the audience smiles in earnest politeness.

The Kaiser throws out his right arm and bows his head.
“I have learned that love can only go so far.”
His helmet clangs on the ground.
“With your help I must learn to turn,
And balance.”

[minstrel hussain boy]

naked, the kaiser,
dances with the geisha girls.
please, more sake.

[Sherry]

I laugh out loud and give the laurels to Mad.
Though out of context and minstrel boy ain't bad.
Dead Caesar's ghost, ambitious naked Kaiser,
unlicensed killer, no doubt would have been wiser
to leave Europe alone, vacation long in Asia
playing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with a geisha.