What I love about Poetry Friday is that bloggers from all over the world share their favourite poems and poets each week. What I am challenged about each Poetry Friday is the temptation to buy more poetry books, as my fellow Poetry Friday-ers give tantalising glimpses into collections, anthologies and verse novels that I haven’t yet read. And of course, I can rarely make it through a Poetry Friday without buying a new book or at the very least adding several to my wish list.
Of course, it’s a nice problem to have, but my house is already overflowing with books, so each new book adds to the unending problem of where to shelve them and how to keep track of them. But this week that problem lead to something else: a new poem about, of course, books.
Too Many Books
by Sally Murphy
“Too many books?
Too Many books?
One can never have too many books,” she said
And just to be sure
She added one more
To the teetering pile by her bed.
“Too many books?
Too Many books?
One can never have too many books!” she cried
As she purchased ten more
From her favourite store
Staggering home with bookwormish pride.
“Too many books?
Too Many books?
One can never have too many books,” she stated
Cramming case after case
Filling every space
With books that she shelved, stacked and crated.
“Too many books?
Too Many books?
One can never have too many books!” she boomed
Till her house overflowed
And she finally knowed
That her book collection days were
.
.
.
.
.
On hold till she purchased a bigger house.
(And her rhyme pattern was doomed).
Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2018
Have a great Poetry Friday. Today’s roundup (where you can find plenty of poetry goodness) is hosted by Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe. I’m off to see what my poetry friends have been up to and buy more books.