11 July 2012
There is a bookworm in the library Munching all my books. He has no other interest, Not bothered about his looks.
His jeans are full of rips and tears His tops are full of holes. His eyes are growing huge and round They would rival any moles.
Go outside and play, Is the sentence that I cry. He barely looks up at me And quizzically asks me "why"?
You'll grow up all pasty and pale I plead with him and I pester. If you stay locked in this library You know you'll start to fester.
Mum, I'm very happy here, These books they are my friends. I love them from their beginnings Right through down to their ends.
Please don't make me risk the sun I'm not sure my skin can take it. Besides I'm just not into exercise I would only have to fake it.
Now please leave me here in peace, I really have to finish The last chapter of this book, Before the light does diminish.
I shake my head and walk away He doesn't even see. He's back with all his hero friends, Saving all humanity.
The Bookworm In The Library • Opuss № I