A Bibliophile Bemoans Being Busy

I often claim I like to read
When I have time to kill
A novel is the ideal thing
If I have hours to fill

I like all kinds of fiction
Few genres make me frown
I’m really not too fussy
I’ll even read Dan Brown

Though truthfully I do prefer
A bit more intellect
But sometimes when I’m tired
More lowbrow is perfect

Lately though I’m finding
That I don’t have the time
To read even the simplest
Of generic clichéd crime

I must now re-examine
How all my hours are spent
Cos having little time for books
Is reason to lament