The Book Affair Poem by Catherine Habbie

My childhood was not filled with toys
But I had lunch with Tolstoy
And snacked with Enid too
Poirot to bed I took

I whiled away my teens
With PG, crumpets n beans
Archer & Sheldon tried quite hard
But O Henry was my favourite bard

Sherlock and Watson filled my dreams
My bookshelves bursting at the seams
Eyred and Wuthered I rose to literary heights
I was raised on strange delights

Now I am an adult all alone
Bent forever into my tome
But I sleep with Bradbury
And my only sin is Quinn, Kinsella n Cadbury