The E-book is like a stone

No personality, no life

The Book is like a life

Packed away with voice and love

And its not a stone

The Ebook glares

The Book, it cares

The book is a curl up with a flashlight type

To guide you through its ages

The ebook instead is like a pipe

With a light

That you flip it's pages

It's electric pages.


The Ebook May be Pretty

And it is so itty bitty

But the Book is so witty

Full of clever little tricks

And not always so itty bitty

The ebook may be useful

The ebook may be nice

But who cares about the ebook when

The book is better for pens.

(Cause you can write in them.)