Termite Jill

(Dedicated to all booklovers who have lost their loved ones to the scourge of the termite hordes - I did) I thought I was a bibliophile and indulged in pedantic boasts I'd speak of ancient tomes and stuff revel in Academia's toasts horror of horrors I discovered a lover of books beyond compare who beat me hollow at my game whose fame and honour I cannot share the greediest booklover of all who mulls all words into a hill I hate to say that to this day I have never beaten Termite Jill when ole Termite Jill gets just a sniff a book or paper placed someplace she hies herself with fearsome glee leaving for her ilk a homing trace and from now on you could search in vain to try and trace out Termite Jill In nooks and crannies, desks and shelves but till her deed's done, you never will and when she's chewed on till bursting gut she lets her hungry kin-folk feed and then when done you can be sure they'll spawn a more ravenous seed a million Termite Jills will be born you cannot add their growing sum a million more and then some more a progression ad infinitum a termite apocalypse looms anon spells doom to the literal world The termite minions move ahead Jill's dance has the Tandava Twirl so who now is the bibliophile who undoubtedly fits the bill not me the voracious reader but the rampant, raging Termite Jill