
He lives beneath the stacks,
with Orwell and Wilde for snacks.
From grade school up to college,
he’s gnawing at knowledge.
Thirty-two volumes of reference,
digested without much deference.
Carnegie is his greatest hero,
but to E-books he gives a zero.
He shredded nearly half of Shakespeare,
to build a nest for one he held dear.
Observing the sign, “Please be quiet!”
he won’t be startin’ no library riot.
Those modem cables can be so tasty,
if chewed until they become pasty.
Leather-bound books are especially good,
he eats all the way to the paper pulp wood.
Life can be good for a library rat,
so long as there isn’t a library cat!
LDT December 10, ‘22
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Never thought of mice in Libraries. Sounds like they could be a problem!!! Mighty cute poem. You got me to laugh.
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