In the library,
The lending library,
There are things called books,
Big, bound books,
Which one may procure,
On short term loans,
Or long ones, on occasion,
To aid in learning.
These books,
These big bound books,
Are filled with pages,
Pages plump with words,
Words of wisdom,
Wonderful, but often weird,
Wisdom.
Some are poetic,
Filled, fully, with alliteration,
Amazing alliteration,
Or astounding assonance,
Awesome in vowel sounds,
Books worth a look.
Working at the lending library,
There`s us, the goons,
The paltroons,
The rambling loons...
And I am their chief,
To be brief,
Their leader, Der Fuhrer,
In charge of the nonsense,
In charge of words. |
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