The Library

Quite quiet here,
In my calm hideaway,
No one but the librarian,
Regally surveying her kingdom,
And another deserted
From the Army of Clamor,
Hiding from the outside world.

Invasion!
The Army has entered
To capture the library:
Clumping, tramping,
Pushing, giggling,
Toppling over piles of books,
Knocking into chairs and tables.
Finally heeding the now harried queen's
Shushings and annoyed looks
They settle into a noisy quiet,
Still manning thier battle stations.

Quietly resisting this hostile take over,
I adjust my glasses
And glare and the offending group,
Purse my lips
And mutter:
Silence is golden!

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