My father was a librarian, he walked with a limp and had a crooked arm. But he isn’t dead like this spirit. This makes 31 Halloween/Horror poems that I have written this month.
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The Librarian
28 Oct 2011
Let me tell you something I know
Since to the library your about to go
Let me tell you something so strange
Truly haunted is the library so strange
There is a man that you sometimes see
He walks with a limp and his arm crooked be
From where this spirit has come by and by
Many tales are told, but none true, my oh my
He never goes about wailing, crying or scaring
But if you talk too loud, he will “SH” your sharing
He picks up books that you leave behind
And he walks about with a smile very kind
There was only one time he did something angry
Without check out a poor boy took a book, you see
Barely three steps out, the book flew out and about
Round the boy it spanked that boy making him give a shout
Believe me or not, I know I tell true
I’ve seen him myself, right out of the blue
So don’t let your books become over due
I bet he will be there watching you
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