My wife, Karen, often stated, "You inherited your family's B S genes." I suppose there is a "bit of truth" in that. Okay, maybe a little more than "a bit." Most would probably take that kind of statement as an insult. However, I would rather consider it as a complement. I like, for the most part,  being placed in the catagory of being a "storyteller."
Throughout my childhood, yes, I was a child at one time,  I was fascinated with poets in the genre of the storytellers like Robert W. Service, a master of poetic storytelling(verse) who  could grab you by the seat of your pants with his tales of the Yukon Territory. Hugh Antoine d'Arcy's The Face Upon the Floor", another classic of verse. And many other poets trying to emulate those writing styles, and having their works instead attributed to those "grand masters."
It is my opinion that most of the newcomers, to this site anyway, have little or no knowledge of these writer's whom I consider the "true raconteurs." Someone will comment that Edgar Allan Poe was a great storyteller. Yes, he was, but he died in 1849, long before the arrival of those that I mentioned in the period(late 19th century to early 20th) .
Over the next day, or two, or three, I plan to post a couple of these early works, and hope you enjoy them as much as I have.

Sincerely,
Richard