Describing My Book Shelf

A lot I could say about my bookshelf: In a way like my half-understood self. A first-time user should seek my half help Against a blind book search and its yelp! Supports the cruel weight of three thousand books: Fat ones except Camus’ that it brooks, Golding’s moderate-sized up to ten And Hemingway’s made to stand like brave men! Wood that clearly woos the works of laureates, Notwithstanding, kept spaces for Harriet’s, Able to secure them from clinched finesse; Never much in shelf owner’s non meanness… Shelf that says ‘Yes’ too to Science Fiction The Best-Sellers for their winsome diction; War novels that claimed a whole compartment Some headache to Romance Apartment… Then, Travels and Autobiographies: Fine ones picturing Great Lives like trophies; Frame that made sure it quartered the classic For to have not done so the Quite Sick… The flawless apt I want to often lick And side-talks suppress in South Africa’s click; The brownish shelf as tall as Hulk Hogan Had my body organs joined as organ.