Colleges sprout libraries
Rather like a dog breeds fleas; Tough to find one that’s without ’em Lurking, here and there, about ’em (Though we might be somewhat wary Claiming fleas are necessary). Lazy curs those pestered are— Spared the nip, they don’t go far. Bitten, though, and they take action, If it’s only in reaction— Revving minds to fever pitch How they best can scratch that itch. Few find either gnat of use: Most heap rancor and abuse On the humble flea for making Misery, and us for taking Funds they'd rather, in their dreams, Lavish on athletic teams. Generally, though, some compunction Forces folks to see our function, Somewhat sparing us their wrath. Other times, we take a bath, Just as canines must, when they Have too many fleas in play. Still, like fleas, which make the dog Exercise its limbs, we jog Student minds to cogitation By the constant irritation From our pestilential lore— And why not? It's what we're for. |
Libraries and Fleas (B-0012 [B-06.4])
(Poems from the Stanford Libraries: 4)
from
Two by Four: and other poems,
3rd ed.,
Dec. 2000.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
Vol. 3, no. 43,
Nov. 18, 1994.
1st web edition posted
12/27/1995
(updated
1/25/1996).
2nd web edition posted
3/16/1998
(updated
2/15/2000).
3rd web edition posted
6/28/2004.
This page last updated
6/28/2004.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1994-2004 by Brian Kunde.