Novels

Its words they will take me,

To faraway places,

To times long by-gone - 

Other clock faces.

I am still

In my seat,

Where I was 

Half past noon,

And the sun

It was beat -

Now its swapped

For the moon.

Oh, who conjured this work which

I cannot lay down,

"It sure does its job well!"

I remark with a frown.

'Cause hire I did

This book from the store,

Seventeen bucks -

Not a penny more!