I take a book almost everywhere I go. I was reading this book at a public event & had people staring at me because I kept laughing out loud. I have shared it with friends, but I'm always sure to get it back.

This is a nice book of poems, but for guys? I'm a guy but I have to admit that many of these poems in here are better read by women than by men. When I think of guys' poetry, I think of war poems, sports poems, staying-at-home-watching-television poems, etc. Not something like "She Walks in Beauty"! The cover of this book pictures a big man with a T-shirt on and a pair of boxers - a man's man, you can call him. I enjoy romantic poetry, but I am not a man's man (actually, I'm just a kid). You see, a man's man does not enjoy romance. Most significantly, a man's man does not enjoy something like Lord Byron's "She Walks in Beauty." He enjoys something more like "I Have a Rendezvous with Death," which shares his feelings on war and dying.

What exactly the editor was trying to do in regard to this book, I have no clue. And speaking of editing, she does a horrible job at it. You will notice many mistakes throughout the book. For example, a line of "Annabel Lee" which should have been written, "I was a child and she was a child . . ." is instead written, "She was a child and I was a child . . ." It might've been a mistake, of course. Or she perhaps changed it a little. If that is indeed the case, she should've just left the thing alone! I'm sure Poe was happy with how he wrote it. Also, you will notice the interesting way in which she spells "city" in Carl Sandburg's "Chicago." And to my great disappointment, there were no poems by Alfred, Lord Tennyson; but there were indeed some two or three poems by a certain LORD ALFRED Tennyson.

The poems, I thought, were fine. But next time some better effort should be given in compiling poetry for guys.

For those devoted readers of Lewis Grizzard's books and articles, this is one of those last bits of information about his life out there. While the title has a catchy Grizzard ring to it, it is not written by him, and lacks the warmth and humor a fan would have wanted. The book is available from the publisher, Peachtree Printing in Atlanta