The emperors robe shines , mica or plastic , hard to decipher...
Yet it shines and rustles , the courtiers clap for there is a robe , sort of ,
May be cellophane , clear and shiny, yet all court just clap, for clap's sake...
Lacking crown is a sore shine , cranial shine is like stars and sun ,
All through day and night , the shiny bits blinds ,
The reindeer stomp , hooves stir the newly fallen snow ,
Ice beneath shines at flashlights ,
Emperor 's UFO shines , yes all ,even reindeers attempt to clap,
So the shine out do the midnight sun and the midday stars !
For the unidentified f's sake ,helps too to look without blinders...
poem by Pc-3(01/14/2026)
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