If you are mad for one of the sports covered in the Badminton Library, this may be the book you have always wanted, with odes to hunting, carriage driving, etc. For anyone else, this is the dullest and therefore sometimes funniest reading imaginable. But I rather feel that about books about, say, baseball poetry (I think popular poetry was dead before the real rise of football, thank heaven). This rarely rises above the level of doggerel, but that's the funniest kind of bad poetry.

It gets one star for not being poisonous, and so it isn't unrated. It gets one in case you have been dying to find poetry on your favorite subject. It gets the final one merely for possible entertainment or historical research (say, the historical novelist trying to figure what Lord Foxcrazy will be singing in his cups). It is admittedly unusual information that otherwise would be almost impossible to find.