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!”