I heard noises at night in my house,
Some weird whispers or rustle of a mouse.
I got a camera to find out why,
My books, my books, loud as a magpie.
Some complained of 1984,
Shoving other books down to the hard floor.
American gods was the bard of the bunch,
Just telling stories, quite liked, is my hunch.
Catch-22 made all the others laugh,
Shake their covers at Milo’s gaffe.
Tao of Pooh didn’t do that much,
Stood there smiling, humming and such.
Making Money was a real leaf-biter,
The others listened tight, pulled an all-nighter.
Watchmen just watched, with one sentence,
Some laughed some cried, all of repentance.
I wired a mike next to the shelf,
Got some bedtime stories for myself.