Hark!
I am
The
Best
Seller,
A
Very
Ducal
Tome
Every
Where
I digitally
Roam.
I bear
The
Royal
Publisher’s
Crest
And
Dwell
Among
The
Top
Shelf
Best,
Not
A
Contemporary
Peasant
Like
The
Rest,
Gathered
By
The
Side
To
See
Which
Way
I stride,
To
Stare
And
Appraise
The
Antique
Prose
I wear.
Oh,
Fame,
Oh,
Sales,
Come
The
Hopeful
Wails,
While
I proceed
With
Fairy
Tales
The
Masses
Love
To
Read.