Lover of Books

Books on all the tables,

Books stacked on the floor.

It’s not too many books you see,

There’s room for many more.

Shelves packed to overflowing,

Counters have disappeared.

Each book much like a child to me,

Each one so near and dear.

Someone spoke of hoarding,

Quite slanderous to be sure.

A twelve-step program may be found,

To offer up a cure.

      I’ll keep my books and thank you,

To not besmirch my name.

Several more books are on the way,

I may be quite insane. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole