The Librarian

There was a little librarian

There was a rather large one too

There were mean ones and the sweet lot were too few

 

There was one who could recite the names of the last hundred books, checked out

There was one who knew none. She was exceptionally organized and didn’t rely on memory.

 

There was a librarian who wore the same sensible shoes for a year

There was a librarian who never went home. He slept amongst the book shelves.

This was before closed circuit cameras

 

There was a librarian who held a weekly reading hour for kids

There was a librarian who wrote a novel. She was never published.

There were librarians who had never read a book in their life

There were librarians who were horrid spellers and dint bat an eye

 

There was a pretty librarian who married rich. She travelled to everywhere she had read about.

There was a plain looking librarian who married a plain lady and they both had kids and they both died happy.

There were librarians who formed a club. They would go out drinking to the ‘Library Pub’

There were a few who imagined they were princesses stuck in a tower waiting for something to happen

 

There might have been a librarian who could read in seven languages

There was one who could read in four

There was a librarian who learned how to work the computer

There were some who chose not to

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the librarian + image: unsplash.com

 

There are librarians

But there won’t be for too long

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