Me? Writing a poem? Nooooo!

It’s all Lyn’s fault. :P It is a villanelle and I figured out what to write it about by gazing around the room.

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This wall of shelves, with books galore
That someday I still have to read;
And boxes upon boxes more.

A certified bibliovore,
I strive to sufficiently feed
This wall of shelves with books galore.

Here, Jabberwocks quote Nevermore;
There Watson rides his noble steed;
And boxes upon boxes more.

Like so! The many volumes pour
Into my home. Who else would need
This wall of shelves, with books galore?

They speak of crimes, of ancient lore,
Of love, of life, of cats being treed
And boxes upon boxes more.

But woe! I can’t fit any more.
Now what am I supposed to read?
This wall of shelves, with books galore
And boxes upon boxes more.

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