Persicos Odi
To My Tobacconist
By William Hodgson Ellis
I hate your imported Havannahs,
Your perfumed cheroots I decline;
His own special weakness each man has,
A pipe, I confess it, is mine.
Why take from their elegant wrappers
Your gilded cork-tipped cigarettes,
Fit only for militant flappers
Or reckless R.M.C. cadets?
What need for cigars to be pining
When smoking a briar or a clay;
In front of the fire I'm reclining,
And peacefully puffing away.
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