They went to see the King.
The King's resplendent robe
they all glorified
but in hushed whispers were heard
There's no robe
The King is naked
but nagged them doubts
surely their eyes were lying
or the royal attire was too fine
for naked eyes
what they saw
shouldn't be seen.
It's then a child
before the King boldly stood
and upon his face said
You are nude.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-is-not-in-ruins/
