jeremy felt the world’s pain
and went for long walks in the rain
he had a cobra for a pet
which did not like to get wet
when jeremy went on his walks
the cobra mended grandma’s socks
grandma was not properly grateful
and devoured cream puffs by the plateful
grandma had seen better days
her hair was white and her face was gray
alive, she had her hopes and fears
but had been dead for many years
she had ideas above her station
and engaged the cobra in conversation
the cobra mumbled brief replies
and did not look grandma in the eyes
meanwhile jeremy strolled along
listening to the wind’s sad song
nobody else was in the street
except patrolman perkins on his beat
perkins and jeremy went back a ways
perkins’s cow had often grazed
on the lawn of jeremy’s vast estate
until it met a dreadful fate
since then they had drifted far apart
for jeremy had not the heart
to elucidate the sad details
of his years in the rajah’s crowded jails
good morning, governor, perkins growled
as the rain lashed and the wind howled
the day is long and the government rotten
and many things are best forgotten
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