He looked at me The way you look at Stacked books On a wooden shelf, Carefully stroking my spine After he's done it to Three other stories he'd gotten tired of.
Mr. Bookworm, I am not a fictional option. Yes, my cover is Stained And my last reader Folded and tampered With all my pages, I only wish you'd Treat this piece of literature With respect. You see, Mr. Bookworm, I'm not a trilogy, At least I'm not sure yet. My Author isn't quite done with me. And I find it quite rude That you stare at my papery insides, Page after page, Only to leave me Back in the shelf, Collecting dust. Be patient with me, wandering reader. Wait for my story To reach it's ******. Inhale my aging pages Until you reach my resolution. My apologies For the times I've been Rewritten. But wait with me Till you've reached my story's ending. Because I swear upon my Mismatched table of contents, It will be a story worth telling.
Bookworm how I envy you you live and ingest the written word You have been around many volumes of knowledge Taking it all in adsorbing it all Living through those words and living because of them Do you have a favorite type of book? You may have even seen some famous authors If you could write you would already know, many words If I could let the words all sink in as well as you I could be a remarkable student that is why I envy you Should I be a bookworm too?
I once saw a real Bookworm once in a book I had been planning to read. That and all the schoolwork recently has inspired this Random poem. I hope you like it.
HomePoetry Control PanelPlease enjoy your visit. Poetic-Verses 4147 Poems Read.the bookwormi was in library sat there with a bookthen i heard a noise and thought id take a lookthere on the shelf as happy as can besat a little bookworm sat there watching mehe was very funny as he began to wiggle i couldnt help my self as i began to gigglehe was very nice and needed companyso he came across and sat along with mewe sat there together reading side by sideit was time for me to go and time for him to hidethen i said goodbye until another daythen we could meet again and together we could play.