Schrodinger's Book

I have yet to see a copy of my book... Schrodinger’s Book It’s dull in this box, thought Schrodinger’s Cat Waiting to not be, or be I fancy a look At a curious book 'Cos I'm well intellectual, me I’m partial to verse, thought Schrodinger’s Cat A nice bit o’ poetry There’s this book that I’ve got That is here, and is not Just as Enoch was rumoured to be It’s an odd sort of book, thought Schrodinger’s Cat Made from a mythical tree A strange kind of cup From which wisdom to sup For it is, and it isn’t, you see Am I dead or alive, wondered Schrodinger’s Cat What might come at the turn of the key Will a curious look In the door, or the book Kill off a cat like me Nothing to lose, thought Schrodinger’s Cat As it opened the book at page three How curious is that Just a book, and a cat Waiting to be, or not be by Gail