The Book Man
I’m sure you’ve never meet the book man,
He only appears at the library in the middle of the night,
He only takes his eye piece out once the staff are out of sight.
Where he sits during daylight hours I do not know.
I’m sure he scans the Children’s books,
Too be sure they meet with his approval,
Spying on the teenage novels this night owl,
Is worried about the teenage pranks today,
His always fishing through the non-fiction,
Just in case there’s the smallest detail he has missed,
For fresh information the newspaper is his wish,
But he’s never ventured on to the Internet.
He’s the Book Man and he’s feeling quiet put out,
The library staff keep kicking out his oldest dearest friends,
To make way for the modern era and the latest trends,
These fancy e-book readers don’t look like books to him.
Should you be so cleaver to uncover where he hides,
I hope to take his picture just in case the staff catch him,
And toss the old book man out with Colleens Tim,
And the rest of his tired and torn friends.
Thank you
Debbie Chilton Copyright 2011
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