Randomness

a random poem.

The books are banned

Made up of sand

 

Burned at the stake

Forever going to bake

 

Pages are now missing

Words no longer reminiscing

 

Books with no ink

Letters begin to shrink

 

A world without books

Is worse than crooks

 

When that day comes

I’ll eat cracker crumbs.

 

And stale ones too

And maybe a shoe…

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Stephanie]

"A world without books
Is worse than crooks"

Loved that line, I think a world without books would be a crime and a tragedy.
Great write!

[ljc]

Nice flow to the poem. Loved how you "finished" your poem.

"When that day comes

I'll eat cracker crumbs.

And stale ones too

And maybe a shoe�