A Literary Lion Vs. A Literary Python Poem by O. A.

A Literary Lion vs. A Literary Python

I.
In the dawn of morning
Outside the library of choice
Walks a hungry Literary Lion
With books he's brought back
From nights of voracious study

Swinging open the doors
Stalking prey as a Lion should
Looking for another good book
To read 'n peruse as he chooses
Is like its part of his whole DNA

As he sits down to read:
Wallace, Eliot, Atwood, Ondaatje
He opens his mouth and yawns
The books are memories beyond
All the books that he's read before

But as he finishes a book
He stands up 'n lets out a 'ROAR! ! ! '
Then looks to the librarian of course
And says in a low growl of a mad tone...
'Librarian! ! ! Don't stare, GIVE ME MORE! ! !
GIVE ME MORE...'

II.
The Literary Python though
Has already been in the library rows
Slithering through hoards of books
Come up from the archive cellar too
To see what it can squeeze out now

Its read all the great stuff:
Like Lawrence, Bukowski, and Plath
And looks to the librarian for samples
It wants to squeeze information out
Of any good books it has not read yet

III.
Both the Lion and Python
Are Champions of good books
But I have to ask you, my reader
As the two will ultimately ROAR
And SQUEEZE their way through
Any good book that they peruse
In hindsight, all jokes aside...
Which one are you?

O.A.