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I Have Nothing to Read*
There are books here and there are books there.
There are books practically everywhere,
So why don’t I have anything to read?
I must be lacking books; that sounds logical indeed.
I have books about mythology.
That thriller gives someone the third degree.
A whimsical witch in that novel features.
Those books contain magical creatures.
Reading any of those doesn’t feel right.
I’m not in the mood or they feel like pants too tight.
Plenty of options and yet not enough.
Why is choosing a book sometimes so tough?
The library is close; it’s also where I work.
It has titles for every interest and quirk,
But though their options are bound to be vast
Doesn’t mean I’ll find what I want, at last.
I seek a YA title, but look! Ooh...
A food murder book at a barbecue.
Or there, an adult fic set in a bookshop
And that one with a cat on a countertop.
Oh, what do I read? How do I choose?
Will I simply constantly peruse?
Ha, this is never a problem for me,
For I always read multiple novels, you see!
Lisa K.
March 24, 2026