Kidnapping the Library

T'was always me greatest dream 

to pour through books like a stream

to engulf their insides

make my mind collide

and grow my imagination to be supreme. 

I devised such a plan

that would stun any man

who could perceive

what I conceived

thus I enacted this game plan. 

I walked through the quiet doors

whisked across carpet floors

past the lady,

that's kind of shady,

at a quarter and a half past four.  

My plan was set in motion,

to drift into the literary ocean

and empty pedestrians

who did infestrian

and interfered with my great notion. 

I pushed past the books all shelved

to the back nooks I did delve

a little bit wary

in the silent library,

stopped, and slowly counted to twelve.

I moved closer to the wall

and just inside the hall

I pulled the fire alarm

sure not to cause harm

and everyone heard its "exeunt all."

Now I wait for a minute and a half

before my gleeful book bath

until after they're gone

out waiting on the lawn;

every citizen, student and staff. 

I find all of the brooms and all of the mops

Jam them through door handles to stop

those who fleed 

from a reentry. . . 

at least until they call the cops. 

"O no!" I scream then quiet then think

then stand still and blink and blink.

The alarm is too loud

worse than the crowd

and the police will think my plan stinks.

I only wanted to be trapped for a while

to read and read uninterrupted and smile

but, by my beagle,

I forgot it's illegal

to kidnap a library (even with such guile).