Revised sonnet #277
A luxury the lives of dwarves or elves
He leaned on ladder legs to stabilise
I goosed gigantic books of old off shelves
I climbed the solid steps self styled four eyes
To lever clues of chronicles as prize
He pulled the pages back in pose aloof
The largest letters clear to truther spies
I didnt need the glasses plain the proof
I see the scale of power in warp and woof
The rag thats paper fashion origin
I want to raise the roof in savage spoof
I bite a lip at butchery thick skin
The gentile genie giant is back in jar
The close up magnifies a man as star
Chorus jar flask urn
