There once was an Emperor who had no care
for the way his city did live
instead of helping the city or watching his soldiers
he would sit and buy clothes all day.
He had an outfit for each hour and day
and one for all different weathers.
Each day he would pile more in hos room.
And hunt around for the 'perfect' coat.
One day a little boy went running
up to the Emperor's door
And say and cried for him to help his land
and give money to the poor, not himself.
But the Emperor laughed and turned away
to talk to him new seamstress
But he missed her look of hate and rage
as he ordered his parade outfit.
For weeks the seamstress locked herself away
with words of 'wonder' and 'new'
But the Emperor lost his patience with her
and broke in one rainy day.
All around the room he looked
but no clothes, he could see
until she smiled and started to point
and talk of the outfits beauty.
Feeling stupid and confused
he muttered that he agreed
and backed out of the little room-
and walked away to her quiet laughter.
Finally, Parade day came, and with excitement
he rushed to his clothes.
Waiting, the seamstress, smiled at him
and talked of the outfit she made
“Look at the colours! The shine
and the fabric!
Look how it suits you and makes
you look like the Emperor you are!”
The Emperor looked in the mirror and saw
himself, but not the clothes
but thinking himself stupid he nodded to her
and agreed with the words she used.
So out he went to parade his city
to the cheers of the people he ruled
and, confused, they all talked of
his wondrous and lovely clothes
Until the same little boy spoke up
and said “Hey, look, he's naked!”
And slowly the others started to laugh
And the Emperor hide in shame.
He never showed his face again
in the city he once failed to run
For he knew the people there did hate
that he cared too much for clothes
And when the little boy grew up
He was voted in to power
For the people saw he told the truth
when others just tried to please.