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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 death 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 peace 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 men my juniors at the Bar;
No matter–I can wait, so I have my cigar.
Ambition frets me not; a cab or glory’s car
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 among the toys of life’s bazaar,
The deuce may take them all so I have my cigar.
Some minds are often tost 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 Low has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live, so I have my cigar.
by Thomas Hood
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