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If poetry be the food of love, read on as some particularly famous playwright bloke once said or maybe he didn t. It might have been that he said, if music be the food of love, play on . Frankly, be that as it may, this composer of little rhyming ditties thinks poems are rather fun and many of them are, in any case, about things he loves. Thus, it works either way.
This little volume of twenty-four poetic offerings on various themes (plus one totally free extra ditty in the introduction, please note) rather proves the point even if the author most un-humbly does say it himself.
Read out loud with rhythm in your voice. Set them to music of your own choosing and sing them if you like. However you prefer to take your poems, please enjoy them for what they are: a bit of simple fun.
About the author
Rupert Bacon makes no pretensions whatsoever to being a newly discovered; A. A. Milne, William Wordsworth, Lord Tennyson, John Keats, Percey B. Shelley, S. T. Coleridge, Robert Browning, Rabbie Burns, John Masefield, or W. B. Yeats. He doesn t even aspire to be that prolific producer of the curiously varied output of masterpieces by the ever-mysterious Mr Anon. He simply enjoys making things rhyme in a rough and ready fashion.
If you have enjoyed this book of poems, he would be delighted to hear from you. He can be contacted by leaving an e-mail message at: themanwiththebear@outlook.com
