In the quiet, there I sat

Typing on my keyboard

Eating snacks (and feeling fat)

I found myself quite bored

“It’s far too quiet” I said in my mind

“It’s really quite unnatural”

And so a plan I then designed

To fix the contranatural

I banged on pots, tap danced on tile, and sang a loud show tune

Why I even beatboxed! (Quite terribly though I must confess)

But though I tried to fix it all, I soon became the pantaloon

No matter how much noise I made, I made no bit of progress

Instead my efforts were mocked and scorned

All silent I must add

My dignity, that day was mourned

Noise, it seemed, was just a passing fad

“Will no one make a sound!” I cried

Face as red as a cherry

“Shut up!” A teacher soon did chide

“We’re inside a library!”