A Long time ago, in Italy
Lived a bookworm , who was such a “Cutie”
That whenever, ‘it’ crawled from his vicinity
The duke of Pisa, leaned out to pet at it
Soon, the duke’s tower began to lean dangerously
So he asked the worm to stay in with him
The worm thought long and deep
If I stay with you my majesty
What do you think will become of me?
Books, I need to eat alas
A novel for supper
a mystery or two at lunch
and sometimes I even like to munch
on a light comedy for my brunch
“Eat books” – the duke was aghast
Why? books are hardly a thing of repast
Difficult to digest to say the least
Streets of Italy offer so many treats
Pizzas, Pastas made of the finest yeast
To you with my own hands I will feed
But I love books, the worm did plead
Their smell, their sight I always need
Well then the smart Duke replied
Why don’t you read them instead?
And thus a happy truce was struck
Between the cute bookworm and the duke worm- struck
From that day it was decreed
To every chef in Italy
That they must every bookworm feed
Fresh Pizzas and endless books to read
Since the day the tower of Pisa stands still
And bookworms in Italy eat and read at will!
The prompt at The Daily Post was BYOB(ookworm) . Though they meant books and blurbs for books. I decided to use just the bookworm!