Too Many Books!
Heaped in the corners, filling up chairs,
Stacked on the tables, falling down stairs,
Sagging on shelves, and waiting in nooks--
My house is filled to the roof with books.
Cataracts, waterfalls and geysers of pages,
Stories of magic and love through the ages,
Instructions for cooking and how to clean gook--
My house is filled to the roof with books.
Secrets, Crime dramas, and nightmares abound.
My current favorite can't even be found.
Poetry, riddles and first sentence hooks--
My house is filled to the roof with books.
I should sort the lot and begin to declutter,
But the mention of such causes bindings to shudder.
What's that? It's a sale. I must take a look.
My house is filled to the roof with books.
Heaped in the corners, filling up chairs,
Stacked on the tables, falling down stairs,
Sagging on shelves, and waiting in nooks--
My house is filled to the roof with books.
Cataracts, waterfalls and geysers of pages,
Stories of magic and love through the ages,
Instructions for cooking and how to clean gook--
My house is filled to the roof with books.
Secrets, Crime dramas, and nightmares abound.
My current favorite can't even be found.
Poetry, riddles and first sentence hooks--
My house is filled to the roof with books.
I should sort the lot and begin to declutter,
But the mention of such causes bindings to shudder.
What's that? It's a sale. I must take a look.
My house is filled to the roof with books.
I feel honored that someone would write a poem about my home. Very touching, indeed. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI need to send this link to a couple of friends. They will smile knowingly and click "Print" . . . aaaaah! (like I did)
Ooo, I like this poem. In my garage there is a book case that leans with weight....having been moved to make room for a bed....Okie Dog
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