(by request: “can you write a poem about how libraries are alternately the most fascinating and boring places on the planet?”)
O Romeo what is this madness?
You’ve spent shillings on a new book?
Our library local doth have it,
I’m sure, if you’d just take a look.
For there you may find Silas Marner,
And there you may take out The Prince
In fact last year I took my father
And have not heard word from him since!
What can one do at a library
That cannot be done safe at home?
You say they are sources of wisdom,
All knowledge contained in a tome.
But I find it ever so boring,
Though you find your way ’round with aplomb.
When I want the newest Jane Austen…
It’s A-M-A-Z-O-N dot com!!