A Continued Apology: An Exponential Reader

There once was a small boy,
thought to be a clever reader
who could with his eyes scan a page,
with more haste than could a 'pecker but meager.

His room was quite cluttered,
with tomes of all sorts,
each page of which showed little exhaust,
from the boy's speedy eye contorts.

His mind was stationed properly,
for reading surely is no sin,
it was a fact, in fact,
that he had the Bible through.

He read so much that his eyes
unseeing and unsightly
were only of use
with the thickest of the spectacles
in all of Brightly.

He could scan two pages at once:
one with each eye,
and would do exceedingly well
for but a short amount of time.

And this was the difficulty aroused
in his reading perusals,
that his comprehendable reading
was lack of infinity.

He could not recall what book he had previously read,
nor whatever was within it,
or the author, nor the plot --
it simply was not in his head.

So a moral is apparent, now,
within these rhyming verses,
that one should never do,
what but with time rehearses.