Rustling pages in book store
Store has books of tales and lore
Lore and Tales, myths so old
Old book store run by a whore
Whore's lips red, black hair long
Long hair, her spirit strong
Strong Her legs she toils and sweats
bets she knows each place and shelf
Shelves are long but book nowhere
Children come and take away
Away at home those little gnomes
never scare of that old whore
Her child, she thinks each boy and girl
Dressed in pearl, she sits on chair
a chair in store that twists and turns
pressed, her weight she glares and swirls
She loves the books,and gives them free
collects them old, Savior she
lit and gram her book shop named
beaming separate her store isn't same
Same as others who's titles are new
Anew sinew, people stand in queue
she lacks that glitter, lights that shine
but her shop's rich , as vintage wine
