An Affliction

An Affliction

I admit to an affliction

A literary addiction

Fantasy or Science Fiction

And I have got to have a fix

An escapist predilection

That will brook no great restriction

And sees not a contradiction

 If the genre, they be mixed

If I’m looking for some action

To provide some satisfaction

I’ll take any Star Wars faction

If the Force with them will be

I loved young Luke’s reaction

To his imminent compaction

And his blaster bolt’s refraction

Was sublime for me to see

I can many hours tarry

With a wizardling named Harry

Whose behavior is contrary

To the rules at Hogwarts School

With his magic not of Faire

He tries Evil’s thrusts to parry

And with his friends makes merry

And of Draco, makes a fool

From the Shire with hobbits singing

To Mount Doom with boulders flinging

The Prof’s epic comes a ringing

And to Mordor, we will go

When the Nasgal come a winging

And the Elves are arrows slinging

To the fire is Frodo bringing

Precious, to stop the foe

With new worlds set out for taking

Of so many author’s making

Non-fiction I’m forsaking

And my mind I will expand

Though the lawn’s in need of raking

And there muffins to be baking

Some excuse I will be faking

‘Cause it’s reading I have planned