Jeremy
Song for Jeremy
Sorry, my child, five-year-old Jeremy;
Your name won't rhyme in kid's economy.
I've tried; I've shouted, "Open, sesame!"
Your name claims sovereign, proud autonomy.
What could I tell you of King Ptolemy?
What would you care about agronomy?
No interest there. I say it's infamy
That all the rhymes reek of Academy.
If I could write about anatomy ...
No. Search the book of Deuteronomy?
Laws on enemies and bigamy!
Still, somewhere, mayhap in astronomy
I'll find the terms, my dearest Jeremy,
I may transmute with poet's alchemy.
