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!