Ode to the Aisles of Strand
Milton himself got lost in paradise
On his way to Jane Austen for late tea
While Cervantes tried for windmill's demise
Sendak and his wild things set out to sea
When Woolf said she'd buy the flowers herself
Forster, he searched for a room with a view
As F. Scott admired the Great Gatsby's wealth
Balzac was paired with a seamstress and shoe
One Bronte pined for Heathcliff on the moor
Oh! Seuss didn't know the places to go
But Lewis dared step through a wardrobe's door
To Strand, where loved authors hold status quo
In eighteen miles all books find residence
Where written treasures still take precedence
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