Here's a fine return! One jibe, two lines, tossed cold
Into the world have now a thousand-fold
Returned! Such profit as I make
Would take an honest broker years to take!
But, though in volume no loss can we see,
We'll strive to compensate with quality
And with one couplet, send our colleague sculling
Madly down time's stream, and madly culling,
'Til he sail back, and welcomed gladly,
With reams of reference, copied madly,
His boat awash and all his reams besodden,
Unloading bales of verbiage, ill-gotten.
This scourge of reference, true contrarian,
Reveals the soul of this, our Own Librarian.
But I am weary, and will offer
Not one more couplet to swell up this coffer;
And you, I pray, turn off your wit tyrannical,
And cease these wasteful screeds Britannical!