Yes, I know it’s long past Friday, but I’m gonna give y’all a Friday poem anyway. This one is dedicated to the fact that I should not be allowed near bookstores or libraries because booooooooooks.
Bibliomania
Books in bookshelves; books on the floor;
Books on the dresser and blocking the door;
Books in the closet, the kitchen, the attic;
Books in piles both neat and erratic;
Books from the library, books from cons;
Books by Cho, Tarr, Bergeron,
Lucas-Stannard, Phillips, and Hayes;
Novels, anthologies, poems, and plays;
Books on the desk and around my bed;
Hardly a place I can lay my head!
More books than I can ever read–
Where do they come from? I think they breed!
Quick! Send help! I have a problem:
I don’t need all these books, but Gods do I love ‘em.
Danhod
Mar 23, 2015 @ 14:33:23
Love the humour in this poem it’s great!
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Puck
Mar 23, 2015 @ 14:41:02
Thanks! 🙂
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