Cigars

Ah! There is nothing, nothing that adds to a gentleman's persona, Like that of fashionably sporting and puffing a five-dollar Corona! With a cigar in his jowls, he can socialize with disdainful pretense! Clad in his ten-dollar Goodwill suit, he exudes tawdry opulence! What better way at the end of a sumptuous repast, And after the snifters of brandy have been passed, Than to light up an aromatic Presidente' with the fellows, All puffing to keep the fire lit as a farrier does with his bellows! The king on his throne and the bum in his shack enjoy equal pleasure, Each puffing his favorite stogie, blissful beyond all measure! I'm told that even some ladies enjoy a puff now and then. I tip my fedora to them for they are braver than some men! The aroma of my Panetella clings to everything in the house, And that doesn't foster good relations with my loving spouse! She admonishes me about that constantly as she stifles a choke, And it aggravates her to see good money going up in smoke! For decades I have enjoyed the pleasure of a fine cigar. Never mind that doc says my lungs are filled with tar! He's written an apt epitaph when my existence becomes moot: "Here smolders this old galoot! He's puffed his final Cheroot!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved