A Trip To The Library

Let me tell you

You've never seen anything like that library

So many books, so much marble, so quiet

And suddenly all of my confidence

Dribbled away with a pitiful plop

My head was beginning to swim

And my forehead was covered with cold perspiration

I started to reach for a book

And my hand automatically came to a stop

I don't know how long I stood frozen

A victim of panic and mortification

Ooh, how I wanted to flee

When a quiet voice, a gentle voice

Whispered, "Pardon me"

And there was this dear, sweet

Clearly respectable, thickly bespectacled man

Who stood by my side and quietly sad to me

"Ma'm', don't mean to intrude but I was just

Wondering are you need of some help"

I said, "No, yes I am"

The next thing you know I'm sipping hot chocolate

And telling my troubles to Paul whose tender brown eyes

Kept sending compassionate looks

A trip to the library has made a new girl of me

For suddenly I can see, the magic of books

I have to admit in the back of my mind

I was praying he wouldn't get fresh

And all of the while I was wondering

Why an illiterate girl should attract him

Then all of a sudden he said

That I couldn't go wrong with 'The Way Of All Flesh'

Of course it's a novel but I didn't know

Or I certainly wouldn't have smacked him

Well, he gave me a smile that I couldn't resist

And I knew at once how much I liked this optometrist

You know what this dear, sweet

Slightly bespectacled gentlemen said to me next?

He said he could solve this problem of mine

I said, "How?"

He said, if I'd like he'd willingly read to me

Some of his favorite things, I said "When?"

He said "Now"

His novel approach seamed highly suspicious

And possibly dangerous too

I told myself, "Wait, thing, dare you go up to his flat?

What happens if things go wrong