My Book, My World

When the days arrive gloriously in a way,

I would always go to the ocean bay,

With my books, I would stand there,

And with my dreams, I would stare,

I will read my novels with all my glare,

And nothing else I would spare,

I would read funny and happy tales I admire,

While the waves move agile,

After I am done reading a page,

I will go to the next with another stage,

Now I am done reading my book,

Off I go all the way home, yes I would.

Now I read in my cozy bed,

And my head I will start to mend,

I shall take the books out of my shelf,

And choose any one all by my self,

And as I mention,

I continue on with all my attention.

The hare will ask,

“Why do you wear such a funny looking mask?”

The bear continues on,

“Why? Do you want it gone?”

The hare stops here,

“No! The mask I will not fear.”

Now I end the part of the story,

Oh, what a fantastic book, full of glory.

Then I place the book on my shelf,

Off I snooze just like an elf.