Sunday, July 12, 2015

My Friend, Dewey

by Kathy Mansfield

In seven-forty-five I found
A way to make my art renowned.

In eight-one-eight I read a joke
And laughed so hard my zipper broke!

While browsing in three-ninety-eight,
Prince Charming asked me for a date.

I learned to grow chrysanthemums
By reading books from five-eight-one.

When Grandpa talked about the war,
I followed up in nine-o-four.

So many books, so many facts,
I’m glad that Dewey has my back!

From Must Be Nice! Poems Only School Librarians Will Understand

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