I took a book to the brook
But then it started to storm,
So I tried a trip to the beach
Until clouds started to form.
Maybe I’ll reserve a yurt
In a forest with caribou
Where I’ll read words on a shirt
And make French onion stew.
I would read in church
Where I would be alone
But I know as soon I start
I’ll hear the ringtone of a phone.
I hope you don’t think I’m a nerd without tact
But to concentrate I’ll need a contract barring contact.
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