English poem
_The Bibliomiser_
by John Kendrick Bangs (1862–1922)
HE does not read at all, yet he doth hoard Rich books. In exile on his shelves they're stored; And many a volume, sweet and good and true, Fails in the work that it was made to do. Why, e'en the dust they've caught since he began Would quite suffice to make a decent man!