Right. So I didn't. Come up. With a better poem.

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But I have an excuse! I graduated for the second time (this time round I'm proud owner of a Dutch as a Second Language degree) and I had to house-sit for a month. Hence no writing during the last couple of weeks. I did write another library poem the other day. It's silly, nonsensical and most of all senseless. But I didn't name my Blog the way I did for no reason.

Again, this is raw material and there was no intention for it to rhyme. Damn head, why do you insist on such symmetry!?

Eternal Shelf life

I am the ghost in the library, stuck
with letters for curses and books for a chain.
I while away hours by scolding loud coughers,
Loudly proclaim my disdain

In Law there are blouses that smell of Armani
The French students talk to Voltaire
The classics have noses so deep in papyrus
They don't see Philosophy stare

And I am the ghost in the library aisles
Condemned to wander these halls
I learn nothing, do nothing, clearly bone idle
Stuck here eternal in library walls


Basically dedicated to Jonathan and Lisette, still pounding away on those thesï. Poor guys....