I see him there,
But, he’s not bare.
My every iteration
Will withstand examination.
What a snazzy suit,
Even without the, “Zoot”.
It sets off his prominence
O’er his reign of dominance.
Watch his trousers bloom;
Royal pantaloon.
And, that regal tie;
Lies there – my, oh, my...
There’s no other bracket
For that manly jacket,
Setting off his shirt of silk --
All of which disguises ilk.
Stable shoes allow him to stand,
To observe his endless land,
Comfortably ensconced in socks
Longed for by the finest jocks.
Does anyone imagine under-
Garments that contain his thnder,
So much so, a belt quite tight
Keeps his virility out of sight.
What magnificence there before us;
Prompts the, “Hallelujah Chorus”!
Hail the Emperor’s Parade!
How I love it; it’s my charade.
I know he’s name, but it’s no ploy;
Imagination is my joy.
Even though I dutifully abide,
I can still retain my pride.
Just betwixt you and me,
I am blind, and naught do see!
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