The Reading Fruit

I currently sit in front of a computer screen, writing a blog. Not much there, but I am also in a library, and a library is an interesting place. A large rectangular room with white stucco walls and a roof that slants to the right. Window shades cover the left side of the library, and automatically move upwards so as to let in a large amount of light. In the center, two large brown tables sit with computers standing upon them. People in hoodies and sunglasses watch the little screens, and on the front of these tables, several bookcases filled with books of every type color and aspect one can imagine are there.

Large columns bisect the library, stretching from the carpeted floor to the tall roof.

And now, time for a poem:

The Reading Fruit

The devil's pet beseeched the garden fence,
"Dear Sir, I have some friends, they're penned inside,
who've yet to taste the reading fruit.
I tell the truth, 'tis not a lie,
so open wide, and let me slither throo't.