Colin F. Jones

THE BOOK RACK

Ten books stood proudly back to back,
Upon a polished library rack;
Between the two of seven and eight,
There stood a book of little weight.
It differed greatly from the other nine,
That had knowledge written on every line,
For ‘twas entitled without one small doubt,
“Riddles”; laugh whilst you’re about!

Greatly disturbed were the big proud books,
This little book had limited looks,
Imagine!! Among them in such poor state,
A book of “Riddles”, oh what a fate!
Timidly the little book just balanced there,
The book the others could not bear,
A book of knowledge could only smile,
While placed down to rest a while…

So now they conversed among themselves,
Thankful that others were on different shelves,
But of all the illnesses of their good grace,
‘Twas a book of “Riddles” that shared their space.
But finally a decision was carefully sought,
This book of riddles was a new one bought,
So they decided to accept it on the rack,
And welcome it among them in the stack.