They could not do it all at once,
For if they did so, the decease
Would be apparent to a dunce,
And thus they do it piece-by-piece.
"We'll chop its budget first," they said,
"By giving out we haven't dough
To fund it: then, when it has bled
A bit, we'll have another go.
"We'll stop instructing personnel,
Till nobody is qualified
To work in it, so in a spell,
Nobody shall be left inside.
"And when no one remains to fight
Our whims, or argue that we're wrong,
We'll seize the books, and raze the site,
And auction both off, for a song."
I'd love to name the school so crass
That it would kill its library,
But they'd have lawyers on my ass,
So I can give no hint, you see.
Oops.
Originally published in SUL News Notes, August 6, 1993.
c 1993, 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.