Reading is like eating.
Except it’s for your brain.
The plots, the spelling,
There’s really no telling
The exquisite delight of eating a book.
Made by an author/cook.
The aroma of genres
Immediately draws you in,
And the delicious course begins.
Starvation of food,
Starvation of books,
There’s nothing to gain.
One kills you,
The other your brain.
Without the nutrients of books,
Intelligence would wane,
And incompetence would reign.
