King of the World.
Rufus Two Legs
is no fool,
Just
because he changed his school,
He
continues to refuse,
All demands
to wear his shoes.
Rufus doesn’t
understand,
Why his
barefoot ways are banned,
All his little
life has he,
Kept his toes
and tootsies free.
Rufus doesn’t
like the rules,
That
differentiate two schools,
The older
that he seems to get,
He finds
more irritating yet.
What was
good when he was five,
Now the
teachers all contrive,
To tell him
must be really bad,
And shoes
were what he should have had.
Now his
teacher, so she said,
Thinks he’s
silly in his head,
But what Rufus
much prefers,
Are his
ideas instead of hers.
While he
may be only seven,
Barefoot’s
his idea of heaven,
Running
wild and running free,
One day a
hero he will be.
In spite of
thoughts his teacher’s had,
Rufus won’t
turn out so bad,
She really shouldn’t
get him riled,
For he’s
a bright and happy child.
One fine day
she might just see,
That Rufus’
destiny could be,
To rule the
world with grace and wit,
And she a
little part of it.
© Stephen
Saunders. 2013.
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