While Sitting in the Library...

O’neill was sitting next to Ibsen and

while they were droning on, Twain came up to

speak of language, diction, syntax, on ‘n on,

till Tolkien joined them with C.S. Lew,

‘n they spoke on until Shakespeare showed his face

(that created it’s own special debate)

and they all spoke of their modern disgrace

their names dragged down till they were out of taste,

how readers today no longer read with joy

but with a sense of responsibility

and none appreciate their word play coy,

nor get the language of their poetry.

         While they drone, they don’t know that I listen

         so in their old school prose my mind they christen.