The Czar With Tiny Sour Grapes
Once upon a shining star
There came a man who would be czar
Never been to the laundromat,
He always was an autocrat.
Born to wealth with silver forks and spoons,
Commoners he felt were big buffoons.
Married some, others merely subpoenaed
Finally he wed a gorgeous sweet czarina
He bought her houses, towers good and gold.
She was beautiful, young as he was old.
He wanted to keep her under absolute rule.
But he also wore diapers and did a little drool.
She ran off in the middle of the night with her son so fine.
The czar was quite angry and yelled, “Prove he was mine!”
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