The Scent Of A Good Cigar

[Fuzz AI]

Came across this poem during my internet wanderings this morning and thought I should share.

What is it comes through the deepening dusk,

Something sweeter than jasmine scent,

Sweeter than rose and violet blent,

More potent in power than orange or musk?

The scent of a good cigar.

I am all alone in my quiet room,

And the windows are open wide and free

To let in the south wind's kiss for me,

While I rock in the softly gathering gloom,

And that subtle fragrance steals.

Just as a loving, tender hand

Will sometimes steal in yours,

It softly comes through the open doors,

And memory wakes at its command,

The scent of that good cigar.

And what does it say? Ah! that's for me

And my heart alone to know;

But that heart thrills with a sudden glow,

Tears fill my eyes till I cannot see,

From the scent of that good cigar.

[sounddust]

Thanks Fuzz, I'm sure that there's plenty more poetry from aficionados inspired by that special stick.

[Morientes50]

I read alot of old literature and its amazing how often a cigar or pipe accompanies a pleasant moment or scene. I'm sure this isn't true anymore as the PC police will have us all drink water and eat apples during our sublime moments of reflection.