I have many a subject,
Sometimes I will in vain reject,
The things that they bring up,
Until their time is up.

My first subject is very big,
But not big enough to be a pig.
To give him sensations,
Just give him equations!

Yes, this little man loves math,
One million answers and over he hath.
He won’t even stop for a snack,
When he’s in his answering shack!

My next subject I like,
If he hears “reading” he’s up like a spike!
He doesn’t appreciate reading that’s bad,
Instead it’s to him very sad.

I'm staring at the shelf
Not sure what to choose
A familiar tale I've read before?
Or something altogether new?
Shall I laugh and cry with the characters I know,
Friends I've always loved?
Or should I embark on an unknown path
And embrace whatever comes?
I grab the new book, ready to sail
On a strange and unexplored sea.
Ready to make new acquaintances
With every chapter I read.
I sit down in my favorite chair
I can smell the fresh, unturned pages.
I read the first words, I'm already there,