The One and Only

I once had an extraordinarily peculiar dream —
A retired master, I lived in a forgotten house under a beautiful spree
With just one house-help,
And two lizards as pets.
I was once a famous reptile-trainer
With no other matching brainer
However, it was only rarest that I'd now find any visitor
It seemed they have lost faith in me and my wisdom
Perhaps some years back, I had disappointed the world somewhere
I thought of this, while my lizards performed stunts everywhere
They jumped across the walls,
And somersaulted their way through the floor
My helper meanwhile brought
A plate of mosquito-korma for the duo
As I loitered around the sleep, somebody rang the doorbell
There is a visitor for you, returned the helper and said.
Dazed and doped I looked on with no merit
Searching for what, I saw the visitor's eyes through me ferret.
Yeah? - I asked. Whom fo' yo' ere?
You, master! He replied with a visible flair.

Astounded I assured him I ain't of any help
He has a task for me, must for the old times' sake — I felt.
I ain't capable anymore, I lost touch with any practice
He said if I don't accept it, there ain't any other apprentice.
I fine-d, and okay-ed, and took the job
Because I was too tired for  argument of any sort.
He left visibly happy, my helper and my pets — we sat
Looking at the two snakes now, we broke into the sweat.
He really thinks I can do this — teach them how to sting?
Well that's absurd in all the ways I could think.

Few days past, months grew thinner
The snakes still haven't yet turned into a winner
I and my pets we made well sure
The training in all ways remains strict and pure
The helper made all the stuff that enchants a snake's hormones
To secrete the golden-black sting from their malicious tongues.
And yet of no avail remained all our efforts
I felt again my uselessness, I ain't anymore an expert.

And soon the owner of the snakes showed up at my gate
We were unprepared, seeing his face we hesitate
He greeted me from afar, with a question on his face
The snakes meanwhile were playing here and there some game of race
As the guest was now about to cross the jamb
The two snakes reached him playfully, and — Oh damn!
Before I could know, move, help, or stop
The snakes had already stung him on both his shoulders' top
He croaked in pain, and fell to the ground
We all rushed to him, my lizards somersaulting their way out;
Applauding my excellence even in his last breath
Here was the one and only, now lying at the steps of my gate — dead!