Unputdownable
It clings to me. When I go out
it’s by my side without a doubt.
It follows when I walk about
and amble in the town.
It’s with me everywhere I go,
through rain and fog and sun and snow.
It interrupts my daily flow —
the book I can’t put down.
It hampers usage of my arm.
I wonder if I’ll come to harm.
I took it with me to the farm
and also to the loo.
Alas I think it’s here for good.
It will not leave. I wish it would.
In case you haven’t understood:
it’s stuck with superglue.