This is my first offering for a really large collection of rhyming poetry. Comprised of both long works and short ones, tear-jerking and laugh- provoking narratives, I think you will be pleasantly surprised with how easy they are to interpret and to relate to! TO ORDER YOUR COPY[S] TODAY, PLEASE VISIT MY SITE WHERE YOU'LL FIND A FEW MORE POEMS POSTED ALONG WITH ALL THE INFORMATION YOU NEED TO GET ONE OR MORE ON THE WAY.  THESE MAKE A GREAT CHRISTMAS GIFT. WWW.WRITEROFBOOKS.COM.

Here is a nice example of what you can expect from my several books of verse. Enjoy.....

                                                         The Card  

I went to the five and ten cent store with a handful of nickels and dimes,

Paused by the old brass cash register, though I’d seen the thing hundreds of times,

And, just like a lot of his regular customers, had to tell old Mr. Breece,

Of all of things in his really old store, that was my favorite piece.

Then off on the hunt as I strolled through the aisles, like a fun little trip back in time.

When I came to the greeting cards, neatly displayed, so many were written in rhyme.

I’ve always liked reading the greeting cards, it seemed they would brighten my day.

The birthdays, the weddings, the holiday ones, Such wonderful things they would say.

When all of a sudden, I found I was reading a card that was in the wrong place,

And before I could stop, I could feel my heart pound, and the smile disappear from my face.

Who in the world would put this kind of card in the slot where the birthdays should be?

So I put it back where the darn thing belonged, with the last cards I wanted to see,

The ones about death. The ones about sorrow. Yes, this was the sympathy kind.

I quickly read more of the happier ones, but the death one just stuck in my mind.

It worked like a poison, slowly but surely, I knew it would ruin my day.

And I still remember the sadness I felt as I angrily went on my way.

It wasn’t the fault of the kindly old merchant, or the tender words penned by the bard.

I blame the stinker who chose the selection, then heartlessly misplaced the card.