I get a turn of thought and a swift tongue from my cigar
The enjoyment conjured here dates from early man’s bar

I am sure it does offend.  I don’t like it my **** self
It’s best left, where it’s found.  In the store, on the shelf

BUT, There’s nothing like the taste of fine tobacco after a fine meal
Tartare by Vuitton, Gucci sushi, Tang’s Thai, Puck’s Duck, Rosco’s to go
The soothing, smooth smoke of a whirling, curling **** on my tongue is a sensory bud squeal and a major market deal
Dulan’s coolin’, Kizzy’s Dizzy, Yamashiro is a hero, Benihana take my momma

Ask a cigarette smoker to make a decision and stand
They choke on the backdraft like wet sand on the Venice Beach strand
The pipe smoker will take your thoughts into consideration
While he puffs in deep, determined drifts of mental *******

Choose the cigar smoker and get through it
Their prized words are:  Let’s do it !