Lit'racy Hour

Two boys, bored, play tag in the library,

Shoving past shelves and trampling the quiet

In aisles filled with lit crit and poetry.

Leather-bound spines stiffen as the riot

Storms past them towards history of art.

Such irreverence stems from a diet

Of Play Station, football and a la carte

Pop music on iPods. Rap is what hooks

Kids today not Dickens, Yeats or Descartes.

Nose squeezed between Keats and Lear, one boy looks

Towards literature.  “Sir’s in bollock books.”