The emperor was stewed,
when the boy said he was nude.
With imperial air;
He said with a flair:
I think I need a Quaalude!
His platitudes increase in magnitude and amplitude but show no gratitude for a soul renewed. He needs to spend some quietude so he can be rescued before he is barbequed. ;o)
bb, that was good, but I don’t think I’ve EVER seen anything to compare to Luircin’s little creation there.
While it’s not a haiku, he just set the bar really, really high.
The emperor was stewed,
when the boy said he was nude.
With imperial air;
He said with a flair:
I think I need a Quaalude!