Letters.
A Book
Letters
In a Book
A. B. O. O. and K.
The Librarian said,
‘Ook!’
I C individual letters,
but only when read from the page;
when read aloud,
they mingle – do U C?
U do?
Gr8!
A Book
Letters
In a Book
A. B. O. O. and K.
The Librarian said,
‘Ook!’
I C individual letters,
but only when read from the page;
when read aloud,
they mingle – do U C?
U do?
Gr8!
I walked into a librarian the other day,
Wanting to borrow a library book;
and he said ‘Ook!’
Well, I didn’t correct his grammar
Or argue the point
That an ‘Ook!’
Was not what I had gone in there for.
And, therefore, I took in his advice
And took out an ‘Ook!’
Written upon the fine subject of Poon Bending;
Whom, I was soon to find out (or discover… by reading the ‘Ook!’)
Was nobody that anybody knew anything about
As he didn’t exist
Apart from in an ‘Ook!’
About him.
‘Very strange!’ I thought
(As one ought to
When these moments of great insignificance arise)
And brought all manner
Of questions to my lips
That I would ask that venerable librarian
When I returned the ‘Ook!’
Sadly, when I returned to the library to return the ‘Ook!’
To the librarian that had said ‘Ook!’ to me, that Thursday,
Some weeks ago, three;
He was no longer there…
And, nor (for that case) was the library.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Librarian, #Ook, #TerryPratchett, #UnseenUniversity, Discworld