I have read a book or two

tales of love and derring do

where women scream

and children dream

and men are tough

but sweet and gruff

I have entered the lives of ancient folk

highway robbers in mask and cloak

I have felt the fear of being stalked

and seen the road with body chalked

I have endured the stress of Austen’s stories

where women live to praise men’s glory

I have read fantasy, horror and fairy tales

unable to sleep for the plight of whales

I have been scared to death and bored to tears

and when I look back from across the years

I wonder how many hours I’ve expended

avoiding various jobs that have pended

‘But here’s the rub’ (is that misquoted?)

When there’s a good book the rest is outvoted

My decision to attend a book club was laudable

so many books and now I’ve joined Audible!