Some dudes writing poetry with tobacco. This ought to go well.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
A Mere Quatrain
The Poor Expensive Cigar
I, by thee unruly lied, chased the fleeing tide,
Forward far to fume the futile cigar.
Why didst so shy betrayed, I lustfully eyed,
Par was drawn, marred in the jar.
By Evan Gunn Wilson