The Greatest sire

I will build my own empire
Out of nothing and raise my royal seat higher
I will gather wood and start a bonfire
Feed the fire with no sign of tire
I will be the greatest sire.

The bonfire will bare my second name
A name that will see it thrive into fame
Fame that forever will not remain the same
But build up for the better like the chess game
Because my support will be cool and not lame

On my side will be the wood that tickles my nerves
A wood that bares all the beautiful curves
A wood that produces nothing but the energy of love
A wood so gentle and lovable like a dove
I will adore it and against all put it first and above
My wood to my bonfire will be Ma

For providence I will toil hard and hustle
Coz nothing good comes without a tuscle
I will tirelessly build my empire to an extent of tearing a muscle
Just to see my wood and bonfire in a castle
I will be the greatest sire.