Once from the world I sought surcease
Between a novel’s covers pressed;
No longer there I look for peace;
Of anodynes I’ve found the best.
So, when the sun sinks in the west
Sunk, too, are husband, friends and cook—
Where do I find my treasure chest?
All in the leaves of the Cross Word Book.
If from ennui you seek release
Purchase this book; don’t beg; invest!