I knew there was love in that attic
It had to be found
There was love in that attic
Lost and I found
Inspiration through word and thought
Old, red, romantic, poetry
To the north I’m lead
And I know I’ll find a place
Like these books a shelf
For after all
I’ve been dusted from the attic myself
Those fiery red books
I knew there was love inside
For I’m BookGuy
From me no man can hide
They needed no library, no vintage store
For the pigs live next door
And all they do is
***** ***** *****
I know for I once lived in this thought
I played pig poker, smoked cigars
Even licked pig salt
Bust cast out ye stupid pigs
They have no authority
Some wise minority
For those dusty red things
Once lost and I find
For I’m BookGuy
I transcend time
I sweep the dust, death and decay
Reborn in red books
Roundelay, Roundelay
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
I knew there was love in that attic
It had to be found
There was love in that attic
Lost and I found
Inspiration through word and thought
Old, red, romantic, poetry
To the north I’m lead
And I know I’ll find a place
Like these books a shelf
For after all
I’ve been dusted from the attic myself
Those fiery red books
I knew there was love inside
For I’m BookGuy
From me no man can hide
They needed no library, no vintage store
For the pigs live next door
And all they do is
***** ***** *****
I know for I once lived in this thought
I played pig poker, smoked cigars
Even licked pig salt
Bust cast out ye stupid pigs
They have no authority
Some wise minority
For those dusty red things
Once lost and I find
For I’m BookGuy
I transcend time
I sweep the dust, death and decay
Reborn in red books
Roundelay, Roundelay
I need some help from the community on this one. I really need to edit! I feel it needs to find it's voice, either modern or old english, I'd like to convert it too full old english. What do you think? But comeon. I'm not that talented
