Library Looney Limbo

You find some lost and lonely looneys in the library;
Some lost and lonely looneys ‘midst the books
You find some lost and lonely looneys in the library;
Skulking round with lost and lonely looks.

That lady by the music is a crazy.
You can tell because she’s sniffing each CD.
That chap that’s scanning all the reservations
Skips meals but feasts on pilchards, raw, with tea.

The girl who’s choosing cook books has depression.
She’s been signed off sick for weeks and weeks
The guy perusing job sites has lost hope now.
There’s nothing there however hard he seeks.

The woman standing by the ‘G’s in fiction
Won’t move until she’s finished that whole tome.
The gentleman who’s choosing DVDs now
Has nothing on which to play them when he’s home.

The staff, they don’t seem honestly much saner
Well-meaning but they’d rather we weren’t there
To ask them silly questions about Kipling
And cast aside read volumes without care.

And me, another lost and lonely looney;
Seeking calm and quiet ‘midst the books
Analysing all my fellow readers
Inventing stories based upon their looks.

I will write a better world for all these looneys
A happier place for each sad bibliophile.
I’ll free them from their Library Looney Limbo
And maybe I could make a looney smile.

It turns out CD lady’s craving pilchards
And identifies entirely from the smell
That meal-skip chap needs nothing more than feeding,
Well, maybe just a cup of tea as well.

Depression girl’s a whizz when in an apron;
She can cook a feast for ten in under five
And job seek guy has all the business know how
To make a little restaurant business thrive.

Fiction woman was widowed in November
But that was fifteen years ago last year.
She’d really like to sit and watch a film now
But the blasted TV manual’s so unclear...

I’ll let them write their own in conversation
I’ll not intrude or stand so close to hear
But I’ll watch them leaving Library Looney Limbo
Forgetting all the aisles they once held dear.

The staff rejoice and go to make a cuppa.
They can rest now, reading, sipping tea.
No one left to ask them stupid questions
Or carelessly ignore poor old Dewey

I found some lost and lonely looneys in the library;
But I set the lost and lonely looneys free
There’s just one single lonely looney left now
Turns out that one last lonely looney’s me.