Book Sale

      A poem about books, for practice. The rhyme scheme was borrowed from Edgar Allan Poe's "Raven".

If you like, call it dumpster diving;

But you would, too, if the books were nearly free.

Cold library basement can be freezing,

So wear a jacket; then that won’t matter. You see?

Scoop the diamonds out of the ashes; it’s the annual spending spree

One of the best holidays of the year. At least, according to me…

Through donated works the sales are thriving;

With noble greed we buy so merrily, merrily, merilly….

Enough to sink the Ark. (Yes, now I’m teasing.)

Rags thinks if I’m on the couch reading, then that’s a fine spot to be

And so she is helping now with composing this little ditty

Which now is done; for I must move on to Chapter Three.