NATIONAL TREASURE
A lady was throwing out the trash
She was desperate to earn some cash
She tossed books in the air
Dumped them off without care
Then startled when she heard a big crash
She collected the pieces of glass
Catapulted them onto the grass
Then curled up for a rest
Leaning on the old chest
Until several hours had passed
Waking up in the late afternoon
To the sound of the mockingbird’s tune
She bumped into the hook
And knocked over a book
Titled ‘A Surrender to the Moon’
Her gasp of delight did ricochet
Around the backyard in disarray
Her prized anthology
Filled with mythology
Complete with her poetic essay
She published her first poem ever
Bound together to last forever
In this book so cherished
Never will be perished
Because it’s a national treasure
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