Just in case, she took a look
To make sure that she'd packed a book—
Or two or three or four or five,
For books, she knew, kept her alive.
She had a fear of being caught
Without one. She was sure she'd brought
One … it was not a dream.
But no! I have none! Then a scream.
And she then tumbled in her grave,
And there was nothing there to save
Her. Till she heard a coffin-knock,
A sound just like a mantle clock.
She opened up—Why? Just for fun,
And there stood a librarian—
A service only underground,
And she was happy: She had found
Her answer to eternal bliss—
Some books to read in the abyss!