Fantasy, Fairies, Franiards

The verses beckon through the tavern's door,

Enjoy its firelit warmth and grab an ale;

The poems tell of heroes, blood and gore,

They offer dragon's hoard and banshee's wail;

Behold the creeping dread that stalks the gloom!

You bitter cynics, come and prep your smirks!

But gentler readers, please don't flee the room,

For other poems offer humour's quirks;

They speak of magic hijinks and kebabs,

And sirens' schemes that make the pirates spew;

One poem shows a golem braiding carbs;

A healing potion gets a bad review!

So heed this poem's cunning sonnet hook,

And venture through the verses; read this book