Playing around with more words.

I rewrote "The Book Man" last night.

Original Source: BookFari 2011 

Finding The Book Man

Somewhere in the library,

Lurks a kind and gentle soul,

Within these rows and rows of books,

Sits the old and wise bookman.

Although I’ve search every shelf,

I’ve never seen the book man,

So I’m asking for your help,

Find the book man and take a photo please?

I’m told he hides from library staff,

Only coming out once the lights are out,

Feeling threatened by new technology,

Thus fearing for his own extinction.

I fear the poor old book man,

Has buried himself in a hole,

He fears the ruthless library staff,

Who toss out relics like himself.

Now I’ll let you into his secret,

As I hear the bookman has a job to do,

He’s made it his life’s mission,

To read every book there is.

Each night he scans the Childrens 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 it’s the newspaper he turns to,

But he’s never ventured on to the internet.

The Book Man now finds himself quite put out,

As the staff are kicking out his dearest friends,

To make way for the modern era and latest trends,

These fancy e-book readers don’t look like books to him. 

Should you unearth the hole

Where the book man’s found his hide

Can you take his picture?

On the chance staff catch him & toss him out.

Thank you

Debbie  Chilton Copyright (c) 2011