Remember "The Emperor's New Clothes" by Hans Christian Andersen? This isn't that. This emperor wears clothes. But my emperor can't produce normal speech, only poetic speech. Thus, "The Emperor Has No Prose." I hope you like it as much as I do.
The Emperor Has No Prose
An emperor spoke in poetic verse Which lead to fame for him at first But after some time became a curse For the emperor had no prose.
Poetic measure determined his fate The body politic could not relate Leaving people in a befuddled state Yes the Emperor had no prose.
Seeking solutions from all his wise men Beseeching them each again and again "When will poetic proclivity end? For I'm the Emperor and have no prose!"
Long and hard the wise men thought With no answers to the solutions sought So they hemmed and hawed, yelled, argued and fought, Still the Emperor had no prose
The Emperor ended his quest in time No cure for his affliction could he find Relinquished the throne and became a mime At least he was able to pose!