In Which the Books Win

I can hardly stand to look
At things my friends might read for fun.
My house can’t take another book.

I’ve crammed them into every nook,
Partly read, or un-begun,
I can hardly stand to look.

I climb the piles with grappling hooks,
I fight them off with gatling guns,
My house can’t take another book.

I think I’m free, but I’m mistook —
They pile ’round me by the ton.
I can hardly stand to look.

I’d burn them but I’m trapped — I’d cook,
Farenheit 451.
My house can’t take another book.

I can’t escape, by hook or crook,
I know I never will be done.
I can hardly stand to look...
But still pick up another book.