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