It began when Shelf A lost the loyalty of Shelf B,
The latter deeming their relationship unsatisfactory.
Your domination must stop.
It is not right for you forever to be on top!
A host of hex bolts heartily agreed,
Hungrily hoping at last to be freed.
Fiercely flat washers argued night and day,
Some on fire to follow Shelf B,
Others standing firm with Shelf A.
Soon the hinges became unhinged,
And news of screws
Refusing to cooperate
With packets of brackets
Left the Master of the Bookshelves in a sorrowful state.
The Master, an Allen Wrench of golden hue,
Let the components do what they would do.
He assembled them in their desired configuration,
A humorously haphazard abomination.
The rebellious components were thrilled to the core,
But all the books slid from the shelves to the floor.
Shelf A, two side panels, and a handful of hardware
Begged the rest to assume a shape more sound,
But alas their words dissolved in the air
Until at last they all came tumbling down.
With sadness the Master disassembled the components,
The hardware consigned to a dark toolbox drawer,
The wood thrown into a roaring fire,
Forgotten by the books forever more.
Though all seemed lost there was a saving grace,
Shelf A, two side panels, and a handful of hardware
Rested not too far from the ancient fireplace,
An end table serving a leather wingback chair.
