Biblioklept

A poem Leather bound, ornate and well read,Her fingers kneaded the cover,Shes a faithful bibliophile,A collector and book lover,An impulse latched her true desire,Eyes scanned around, that which enticed,Casing the library, before,Furtively committing the heist,With a sly slight of hand she slipped,The book from table to pocket,A devious dart to the door,She was away likeContinue reading “Biblioklept”