A poem by Jeremy

Last time, I introduced you to the gang who work here with me at the Monkestry. I briefly talked about Jeremy and the little he does here.
Well, Jeremy seems to have enjoyed his five minutes of fame and has written a poem, ‘for your readers to read.’
I hope you enjoy…

I Cry
I cry when it rains,
Upon the tourists.
They have paid a lot of money
For their holiday to just be ruined.
Like that.
All of a sudden.
Not that it’s anyone’s fault,
Or anything.
I just don’t want them
To go home and then
Bad mouth our country
Because of the weather.
Whatever.
Monk Monkey forces me
To sleep in a corner of the bingo hall.
That is all.
And this is why
I cry.

By Jeremy