By F.O.B. William ~
At one by book was made of cotton
and on the cover was a great big cat.
I loved it and hugged it and gummed it,
until the time I began to chat.
At four my book had a nice hard cover
with thrilling stories of Dick and Jane and Spot,
I must confess, however,
that I don’t remember a single plot.
My eighth grade book was big and fat
was written by some old English dude.
His lines were sometimes strange and funny
but to find fault would be so very rude.
The books in high school and college were very huge
and some were very difficult to read.
The say though that I managed to get through them all,
but I did skip a lot of pages, this I must plead.
And now the old eyes have dimmed
and reading presents quite a lot of strain.
But now I have my great copy of Senior Times
and all, again, is right as rain.
