The Book Without Words.
What can you make, of a book without words?
A book without words, thatís completely absurd!
Yet everyoneís heard of a song without words,
But nobodyís heard of a book without words.
Perhaps itís because there is no one to read it.
And that of course means that itís hard to believe it.
ĎCause nobody really can actually read it,
Just put the book down, and decide to just leave it.
Yet people still find it quite hard to put down,
And flick through the pages again with a frown.
Hunting for clues, like a hungry bloodhound,
Then angrily throw the book down to the ground.
Then somebody picks the book up yet again,
And flicks through the pages to see just the same,
That the book hasnít got any words to its name.
By now it is driving some people insane.
But who on this earth could have wrote such a book?
Just think of the thought and the effort it took.
All writers would kill for a line that will hook.
But this one did that with no words in his book!
So how does one know what to read on its page?
The Book without Words comes with no content page.
But donít let this fact try to rattle your cage.
Letís try to find meaning, on every blank page.
Clearly this book has a meaning of such.
Without any words, it canít say very much.
It isnít in Braille, Ďcause thereís nothing to touch.
So can anyone find a new clue we can trust?
Perhaps it was made with invisible ink.
A book thatís intended for spyís do you think.
But even a spy cannot find any ink.
Could someone please pass me, a very strong drink!
Maybe the book isnít meant to be red.
Maybe the words are in everyoneís head.
If that is so, then it has to be said.
That everyone chooses their own words instead.
So thatís what you make of a book without words
You read what you want, of your very own words.
A book without words is no longer absurd.
Ingenious thing is that book without words.