THE AMAZIN’ AMAZON
Awash in a river of books I let its current take me wherever it will go.
Books for fun and profit, say I, maybe even a surprise or two. I don’t know,
Why should I try and control the flow? It’s so much fun. Folks await
Along the banking, asking if I can pull a tome out of the raging torrent,
Just the one needful volume. Can I find it, and fling it to them? Please???
One wants to know how to best use his money, and another seeks
A closer walk with the Almighty. Someone wants to explore lands far away,
Never needing to actually go- A La-Z-Boy expedition. Can I arrange that?
Why SOITAINLY, but I always try to serve it up with a dollop of humor,
A horrible pun or two, maybe an ageless anecdote. Any will serve.
Another wants to meet a Harlequin. “Kiss me, you fool.” Oh my!!!
“No thanks, sorry, I’m taken.” Psychiatrists, psychos, conjurers and cads;
A politician or two- “Let me make it perfectly clear-my book says so,
So it must be.” Did I say a lot of fools get published? Well you know,
These days anyone can write a book, even dreamers and poets like me.
Picture Steven King, Steven Hawking, Harry S. Truman and
Standing around a pitcher of martinis. Who do you suppose
would make The most sense? W.C Fields, of course, or Ogden Nash. Danielle Steele
and Julia Child have tied Dr. Laura Schlesinger to a stake,
while a bunch of lesbian Cowgirls hunt for fuel,
and Agatha Christie waits impatiently with a match.
So goes my dream, my nightmare, as I cruise down the
My raft a keyboard and computer. Want a book? I got it.
Over 1600 varieties
Well done, occasionally rare, sometimes spicy, frequently
salty, never bland,
(Unless you buy that book of logarithmic tables). T.S. Eliot
loves me, I amaze Mark Twain.
There’s no end to what or who you’ll find, floating in the river.
July 15, 2009