Written for W3 

Me wife found the book 
back up nowhere, no how
on the pavement collectin’ rain 

She comes burstin’ in and says
‘I found this book back up nowhere, no how!’ 
and she slams the filthy thing down
and when she opened it
it creaked like it were an old door on rusted ‘inges
Then, with a rustle of dusty, yellowed pages, the damn thing gobbled ‘er up! 

I was mortified! Then I ‘eard us a voice in me ear from memory
‘I’d love to lose mesen in a book!’ 
And I thought, ‘Damn it! You always were so bloody literal!’