Books

I stare in dread
While sitting on my bed.
As they decide to wed.
It makes me care,
But the actions aren’t fair.

Then comes Aunt Blair,
She scolds me and pushes back my chair.

And I begin to cry
As like eagles they fly
And soon will die.

I give a loud sigh,
And go all crook
As I read the last page of my favourite book.