poem for grandma

i wrote this poem i wrote it just for you i really wrote it for grandma so that is not strictly true once there was a little dog who lived in a far away continent he barked like he hated the world but that is not what he really meant the little dog had a friend who took the form of a cat but life is a dream so do not make too much of that the dog and the cat were owned by a merchant named mr smith and that is all i know i hope it is enough to go on with i could tell you a long story if you have nothing but time it may not make much sense and it may not even rhyme mr smith had a secret life in which he was a wizard but everybody has a secret life so that is not so surprising, is it? the dog’s name was doctor doom and the cat’s name was plain jane and i forgot to mention the canary who was isabella, queen of spain there was a cow named dolores she was empress of portugal and a duck named walter worhington who was everybody’s pal there was a worm in the back of the garden named harold trumbull the third and a sheep named little gus who was always true to his word they all had secrets from the authorities and from each other and i will finish the story some other time because that’s all for now, brother