sir-smokes-a-lot
A Freudian Slip in progress
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- May 1, 2003
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Guys, I have been remiss,
this summer I have been so busy working an internship and multiple part-time jobs that I never had a contest to celebrate my being here for over a year and my birthday in may.
So, I am starting a quote/poetry contest related to smoking [cigars, pipes ...]. I will let this run for a week [give or take]. The best post gets an Ashton [reg. line] and a VSG.
an example of one of my faves:
"MY LAST CIGAR"
'Twas off the blue Canary Isles
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And as the volumed smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar.
I watched the ashes as it came
Fast drawing to the end;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the flame swept slowly on; It vanished into the air;
I threw if from me, - spare the tale, -
It was my last cigar.
I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distant dim;
I've watched above the blighted heart,
Where once proud heart hath been;
But I've never known a sorrow
That could with that compare,
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.
:thumbs:
this summer I have been so busy working an internship and multiple part-time jobs that I never had a contest to celebrate my being here for over a year and my birthday in may.
So, I am starting a quote/poetry contest related to smoking [cigars, pipes ...]. I will let this run for a week [give or take]. The best post gets an Ashton [reg. line] and a VSG.
an example of one of my faves:
"MY LAST CIGAR"
'Twas off the blue Canary Isles
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And as the volumed smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar.
I watched the ashes as it came
Fast drawing to the end;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the flame swept slowly on; It vanished into the air;
I threw if from me, - spare the tale, -
It was my last cigar.
I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distant dim;
I've watched above the blighted heart,
Where once proud heart hath been;
But I've never known a sorrow
That could with that compare,
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.
:thumbs: