The check-in file is my home:
To keep it neat I strive, And tally journals as they come, In proof that they arrive. My standing orders are to check Our standing orders in. An issue missed our run will wreck, So losing one’s a sin. A group of drawers I’ve been assigned Of check-in records full I must maintain till I go blind — Or bonkers, it’s so dull. To mark up every check-in card It seems, must be my fate Until my mind dissolves to lard. When do we automate? |
Serial Receiver
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 1, no. 43, Oct. 30, 1992,
as “Serious Wrestles in Serial Records.”
1st web edition posted 5/15/2014.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1992-2014 by
Brian Kunde.