The Library Book

I scanned the shelves to pick a book That seemed to be appealing, From those adjacent to my shoes To those up near the ceiling. Selecting some that might work out, I skimmed the first few pages, For mostly I can tell by then A story that engages. A half an hour passed before I found a prime contender, The author someone in whose words I’d happily surrender. I checked it out and brought it home, Some reading time in store But soon enough it came to me – I’d read this book before!