Ode To The Dictionary
Golden edges, daunting weight,
A high decomposition rate;
Sitting alone on the highest shelf
Awaiting a chance to prove itself
A veritable word quarry.
Wholly forgotten, looks down in disgust
And with good reason, completely nonplussed
Wond'ring how long it will just gather dust
And wishing for glory.
Soon a word in conversation
Will pique a child's imagination
And that little one, out of curiosity,
Will dare to life the great monstrosity,
Revealing the thrill of the dictionary.
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