With a victorious binky, our racy buck bouts, To roust his foes like depicted on some French bishop’s house. Nothing can stop him, nor his victory prevent, But divine intervention and the Book of Armament.

But, a pun is our riddle and the above referenced clip, Based on a real object of wealth and power trip. Continuing to read and to research’s a must, To solve the riddle poem, and keep your mind robust.

That object was stuck underfoot a woman, divine, Who is worth 250 asses, and how they do shine. But lay her down, and behind her you’ll discover, An Olympian artist that failed as a lover.

But their namesake lives on as a seventh ton genius, Who thinks leaving their home is a big inconvenience. They lazily rest in their brownstone and ponder, While tending a garden of beauteous wonder.

From their greenhouse you’ll find a specimen oft mentioned, Whose coloration matches our foe aforementioned. Its species name is one that you should be acquainted, As often it is one that you can see painted.

That subject's child is the final part of this riddle, I just hope it took a while to work through the middle, Now what does the bottom have to do with the start? The answer will likely crash down with a fart.