You can read me like a book
It seems you cracked my spine
When I leant you my dog ear
Even though you spellbound me well
I must have been well cooked
Your plot was to stew me
You threw the book at me too
And you saw right through me
When I tried to take a leaf out of you
I've got wood worm
New tomes and scrolls
Swallowed an overdose of wax tablets
And you leave me
Stuck and gathering dust
On the shelf
In your bad books
