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The Cigar

Some sigh for this and that,

My wishes don't go far;

The world may wag at will,

So I have my cigar.

Some fret themselves to

With Whig and Tory jar;

I don't care which is in,

So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,

And so does Mr.

Marr;

I don't care how it goes,

So I have my cigar.

Some want a German row,

Some wish a Russian war;

I care not.  I'm at

So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"I seldom read the "Star;"The "Globe" I scarcely heed,

So I have my cigar.

Honors have come to

My juniors at the Bar;

No matter — I can wait,

So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;

A cab or glory's

Are just the same to me,

So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,

But serve the household Lar;

I'm sure to be at home,

So I have my cigar.

I do not seek for fame,

A general with a scar;

A private let me be,

So I have my cigar.

To have my choice

The toys of life's bazaar,

The deuce may take them all So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often

By tempests like a tar;

I always seem in port,

So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,

My bosom cannot char,

I smoke but do not burn,

So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy

Has married Mr.

R.;

The jilt! but I can live,

So I have my cigar.

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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (23 May 1799 – 3 May 1845) was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Son…
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