Here is the literary narrative poem I mentioned in class.

“A Study of Reading Habits”

When getting my nose in a book

Cured most things short of school,

It was worth ruining my eyes

To know I could still keep cool,

And deal out the old right hook

To dirty dogs twice my size.

Later, with inch-thick specs,

Evil was just my lark:

Me and my cloak and fangs

Had ripping times in the dark.

The women I clubbed with sex!

I broke them up like meringues.

Don’t read much now: the dude

Who lest the girl down before

The hero arrives, the chap

Who’s yellow and keeps the store,

Seem far took familiar. Get stewed:

Books are a load of crap.

Philip Larkin (1922-1985)