BARE CASTLE
We burned all the rugs today.
They just got in the way.
Someone tried to trip the Emperor with one.
Perhaps they just thought it was fun.
Or perhaps it was something more dire.
So we build a bonfire
And we burned them all,
Lest the Emperor trip and fall.
Then, for good measure,
And the Emperor's pleasure,
We burned every curtain.
We had to make certain
None of them could strangle,
Or even entangle,
The Emperor as he walked in the hall
And cause him to fall.
Now the Emperor has no care
As he walks in the hall,
Though the castle is dreadfully bare.
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