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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 4/21/2012 2:27:00 AM
Hi Robert, I enjoyd your poem my poet friend! Hugs Laila ;0)
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Date: 4/20/2012 10:50:00 PM
Great creation dear poet.
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Date: 4/20/2012 6:56:00 PM
Never did understand the lure of tobacco - cigar, pipe or cigarette. But a well worded expression of your desire.
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Date: 4/20/2012 5:00:00 PM
Very nice poem,I enjoyed this much.
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Date: 4/20/2012 3:29:00 PM
absolutely delightful! i loved so many of your rhymes here - persona and Corona, bellows and fellows and of course, moot, galoot and Cheroot! what a blast! i loved it!
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Date: 4/20/2012 12:57:00 PM
Bob, a different kind of huffing and puffing makes a nice change, like it, have a good weekend...Dave
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Date: 4/20/2012 12:17:00 PM
This is just what is needed to lighten the mood on the site. smashing bit of fun apart from you snuffing it with the Cheroot xx
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Date: 4/20/2012 11:48:00 AM
Good grief, Robert HInshaw!...Vera sure puts up with a lot! ha ha..I like how you painted the cigar smoking gent in his ten dollar Goodwill suit! What a hoot!...So many funny images in this rhyme..I think you should get a cigar tent like Arnold had when he was the it out in the courtyard as to not offend anyone else's space. A grand write as always! Tipping my hat to Vera and the completion of her radiation treatments...Did u take her out for steak?...
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Date: 4/20/2012 11:35:00 AM
well, aren't we entitled to some small guilty pleasures, bob?.. a smokin' piece which brings me back to my childhood days.. my dad who was an air force general enjoyed tobacco every now and then... memories!... fine work!..:) huggs!
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Date: 4/20/2012 11:25:00 AM
Hi bob. I can remember from my childhood that my father smoked a cigar (only one) every New Yer`s Eve. And I think it smell so good. Like your poem alot! Have a lovely weekend in sunshine and love! - oxox Anne-Lise
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Date: 4/20/2012 10:58:00 AM
Very good poem Robert.I agree with you.Enjoyed the read.
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