Story of a Little Prince

A little kid was glum and sad

and it was real real bad,

he was a little royal prince

and in a royal robe he was clad.

Little prince loved to fling stones

on poor trees who couldn’t groan,

and on little birds, for that matter

prince would laugh

when birds would scatter.

But today he was glum and sad

and that was real real bad.

Little prince was holding a sling

and he was wanting to fling

a big stone at the moon

but it was only noon.

Little prince rushed to the king

and shouted, I  want to fling

a big stone at big bright moon

and I want to do it soon.

King had no time for prince

he was in thick of a fight,

his dear queen was trapped

by two sombre bishops

and one fearsome knight.

Little prince wasn't amused

no wish was he ever refused,

his wishes were always met

so he won’t fuss and fret.

Little prince was angry and dismayed

he howled and he wailed

king was angry and  outraged

his game plan had totally failed.                                            

Little prince screamed

and shouted

but king would not hear

his army was totally routed.

When king couldn’t bear

little brat’s silly drone

he jumped from his royal throne

in air all chess men were thrown.

King made a dash

for the door

on his little prince

he was very sore.

But little prince

ran after the king

for he still wanted to fling

a big stone at the moon

and he wanted to do it soon.

Little prince chased the king

silly ministers all followed

like puppets on the string.

It was such

a funny spectacle

to see them all,

the king

little prince

and silly ministers,

running in a circle.

© i b arora