SHE sits always the other end of the table,
keeping quiet every minute digging her proposal.
Not showing up today at this corner of the library,
she's left other readers a seat available.
Another SHE came unexpectedly
producing dbs each stroke landing her stationery.
Not cleaning up yesterday in the bathroom of a unicorn,
she's cast over my sensory cells a spell markedly.
"Signoritta, ritorna!"
I can't help crying out loud "Mamma mia".
A day without you in the library,
I'd rather drink to tipsy in my "casa".
