Spiced with humor, this is a traditional yet ground-breaking book of original poetry that revels in some unexpected delights such as, in two or three poems of the one hundred and twenty-one, a few stanzas in which the rhyme is supplied but the line itself not fully completed, leaving the reader to have some fun filling in the three or four pretty obvious but missing words But why be content with the obvious? Maybe readers can come up with some really humorous suggestions?