He ran like a lion chasing a deer
Like a huge tsunami was very near
But without even a hint of fear
The Little Russian ran through the doors
From a raging bore
That called himself a “teacher,” or
A stalker that wouldn’t give him a break
A person who lectures he had to take
An idiot who never let him eat cake.
Acting like kids don’t know right from wrong
This kid knew it was wrong
That he could’ve just done this all along.
He sneaked to the room of his sister where
From a bottle of shaving foam, he took his share
And smeared the creamy stuff in her hair.
Then ran away, bursting with laughter
As the teacher ran after
Leaving the sister, who screeched like a raptor.
The Little Russian pushed aside maids
And who were dusting the shades
For he trumped them more than an ace of spades.
And he sprinted past games of chess
And added to the palace cook’s stress
By kicking up her dress.
He pushed past those broads
As if he were a God
Leaving his caretaker in terrible awe.
He jumped over the fancy furniture
During every sharp turn
Tipping grandfather’s urn.
He tripped the busboy with the plates
Which shattered in his face
For the prince cared not for his fate
Little Russian took a sharp turn right
Kicking the dog to make him bite
Which gave his teacher the biggest fright
And granted Russian the time
To widen his strides
And he booked it right outside.
He ran quickly across the grass
Every thinking as he passed
“He’s such a fool of the upper-class.”
Trampling what people were getting done
And then just for fun
He pushed them in the mud.
The teacher started catching up
On the boy wasn’t giving up
He knew just how to trip him up
He ran right towards the garden grove
Right over the bushes, he dove
The one thing teacher didn’t know
Was how the prince emerged untouched
As if just one hindrance would be too much
So the teacher could not catch up
He trampled the violets and the roses
Stomping and breaking garden hoses
But escaped right under their noses
He ran to the big courtyard
Where, with very little guards
Laid a fountain shiny as a star
Even better, controls simply left
The feature which was best
With a hand on the wheel, test.
He turned the wheel right
Giving a fright
As the water burst into flight.
With a laugh, he continued
Testing his ability to
Control how high the water flew
He twisted the wheel sharply
And the water would leap
And then soak the whole street.
His teacher emerged
From the bushes with the urge
His anger right on the verge
But the prince was too fast
So as he passed
The fountain was turned to full blast.
It was then calmed for
A minute then once more
Blasted the man with a roar.
Each time he tried to move closer
The spewing just got bolder
And not to mention colder.
The next times, the prince didn’t try
He blasted it up to the sky
He wouldn’t go easy on the guy!
The water danced through the air
Majestic as the king’s mare
Circling over the garden square
Those underneath were not as lucky
The teacher started to pursue the plucky
Kid who left him all mucky
The Prince look and saw it
Turned it off and booked it
Right back to his old bit.
This time, he ran like a rat
Getting chased by a cat
Across the kitchen mat.
He busts right through the doors
With so much more
Dread than ever before.
But he still he tried not to laugh
At how his teacher tracked
Water on the pricey mats
But instead of accepting his doom
The Little Russian zoomed
Right into his father’s war room.
Inside was a meeting
With everyone greeting
Before sitting in assigned seating.
With grace like no other
The Prince’s father
Got all attention without a bother.
The Russian was short
Which was a gift, of sorts
As he was invisible to the whole court.
He moved around
Without a sound.
Quiet, as if his lips were bound
But his name was called
Out from the hall
So he dropped to his knees to crawl.
The court was busy
As no one did see
Little Russian trying to flee.
Open the door swung,
And the teacher, head hung
Gave the boy a glare that stung.
He started to flee
Slipping past royal feet
Under the table, not nudging a seat.
The table watched, confused
Teacher said, “Please excuse.”
And realized the boy was gone, refused.
Prince scurried like a rat
Under where orders were spat
He crawled on his elbows, on his stomach flat.
The teacher scoped
The room with hope
But near the emperor, he looked like a dope.
The Russian eyed the exit
The table right across from it.
He crawled even faster, still saying quiet.
Between the ankles, the teacher could see.
The prince crawling between feet
The caretaker would not fall for this deceit.
The child saw and increased speed.
The teacher followed, indeed
Both desperate to succeed.
Past the boots the king wore
And just one crawl more,
And the Russian raced right out the door.
Back to running like he had wings
With the confidence of a king
With the world on a string
Throughout the palace halls
The staff were appalled
At the energy from a child so small.
He showed his great power
Knocking over bags of flour
Just so the kitchen staff would have to scour
The teacher quaked
In the disaster’s wake
But still chased the dirty little snake.
The Little Prince raced
As the teacher chased
The obstacles caused, the other faced.
The Little Russian would veer
Whatever was near
Leaving piles of wreckage and fear.
But the caretaker kept going
And soon it was showing
That the angry man wasn’t slowing.
Strong fears of scold
Rose in the eight-year-old
As he tried to find a safe stronghold.
Up the stairs, he zoomed
Pursued by his doom,
Until he swung right into a royal bedroom.
Away from the mad scene
In gowns so pristine,
The prince saw a tall, fair queen.
His mother smiled wide
As the teacher tried
To jiggle the lock and get inside.
The boy flashed a grin
And held up his chin
With no mention of where he’d been.
Her son’s hand in hers
She opened the door
And knocked the teacher to the floor.
It filled staff with tension
The wreck, they didn’t mention
But the teacher tried to get her royal attention.
The servants scrambled
To clean up the shambles
So she wouldn’t assume they were the vandal.
The caretaker’s efforts were futile
For the story was wild.
The empress loved nothing more than her child.
To the man chagrin
In the wake of his win,
The Little Russian flashed the biggest grin.