I got a book for Christmas, and I couldn’t put it down,
But it wasn’t by a writer of spectacular renown.
The plot was never gripping, and the characters weren’t great.
The illustrations, truth be told, were rather second rate.
I didn’t like the paper, and the binding looked quite cheap,
Yet still this book prevented me from drifting into sleep.
So why did I not put it down? This little puzzle still lingers.
It’s very simple, really. I had glue upon my fingers!
© Stephen Whiteside 10.01.2015