Thelma runs the library

of that we're all assured,

but her rules for silence

are wacky and quite obscure.

 

On Monday's she plays classical:

Mozart cranked to eleven.

Whilst on Thursday's it's Led Zep,

though merely turned up to seven.

 

Odd is Thelma and no mistake:

she keeps rats as pets and wears slippers.

Known for weirdly eclectic tastes,

beware, she canes those who Whisper!

 


 

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