MY LADY OF THE NICOTINE
[Smoking is on the increase among women.]
In days not long departed,
In very recent years,
Crusades the ladies started
Against the weed that cheers.
And men would in the blues be,
When, like some tragic “star”,
She ordered them “ to choose be-
tween me and your cigar”.
But now, the matter gaily
They’re treating as a joke;
My wife, for instance, daily
Enjoys a thoughtful smoke.
The process isn’t graceful;
Beauty it tends to mar:
But still she keeps her case full.
She likes a sound cigar.
And on my natal morn I
Approve these curious deeds,
No longer with forlorn eye
I scan her birthday weeds;
Nor need I now destroy them;
We’ve “changé tout cela”.
I find I can enjoy them:
She buys a good cigar.
And so contented, happy,
Through life we jog along;
We’re never cross and snappy.
Things don’t keep going wrong.
Our life is one of pleasure,
Quite free from tiff and jar.
That wife’s indeed a treasure
Who knows a good cigar.