Bookworm

I’m the worm, 
The worm on the bookshelf,
Chomping through Leonard Cohen, 
Rimbaud and Baudelaire, 
Desperately digesting my way to Shakespeare’s finest via Homer and Edward Lear.
I stall at The Da Vinci code, and the Silence of the Lambs deafens me, I clear my ears and chew on.
Tolkien kept me busy for a while,
Hobbits and Orcs firing arrows and crossing swords all over Middle Earth.
Fishing for beginners, photography and cookery, 
All bland and in need of seasoning. 
But finally I feed on Hemingway, Wilde, Dickens and Twain.
I’m full!