Books are the eye of a mind.
They’re composed of a spine and a rind.
They come in different looks
And interest you with figurative hooks.
Fiction, Fantasy and Fact.
All their skills make a pact.
Different publishers: Puffin and Scholastic.
They are all fantastic.
Christmas Carol, Tom Sawyer.
One was perfected by a lawyer.
They are stored on a bookshelf,
Ensuring your literate health.
When you finish it, you’re a critic
Regarding this amazing gimmick.
You can borrow them from a library.
Did You read the book about Indian Mary?
And furthermore go to my website.
I can ensure you all my grammar is right?
This is Nice poem but you copped my title ?
It’s fine to use the same title. And if your poem inspired someone else, that’s a very good thing. Good work both of you.
Actually yes you are right, I get that now, sorry, thanks