Once upon a time in a little known land,
There lived a king of who was not renowned.
He hated the fact that no one cared,
About how his Kingdom even fared.
He decided to plan a new approach,
To build a country beyond reproach.
His scheme was brilliantly simple,
His face grew wide with double dimples.
Over his pants he donned tiny whities and danced,
To become the foolish King of the underpants.
No one ever said this King was smart,
But the plan had the feel of interpretive art.
Soon the Kingdom adopted the silly plan,
The unders were worn by every woman and man.
Soon people came to see this funny sight,
This dancing, underwearing, odd delight.
Now the land is known for it’s unusual stance,
The King and his Kingdom of the Underpants.
Okay…a back poem for the last one…lol