Lumberg
Opus Lover
- Joined
- Oct 25, 2003
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I don't normally go for this stuff, but I liked this one.
Twas just behind the woodshed,
One glorious summer day,
Far o’er the hills the sinking sun
Pursued its westward way.
And in my one seclusion,
Safely removed afar,
From all of earth’s confusion,
I smoked my first cigar.
“Ah, bright the boyish fancies
Wrapped in the wreaths of blue;
My eyes grew dim, my head was light,,
The woodshed round me flew.
Dark night closed in around me,
Rayless without a star,
Grim death I thought had found me,
And spoiled my first cigar.
I heard my father’s smothered laugh,
It seemed so strange and far;
I knew he knew, I knew he knew
I’d smoked my first cigar.”
-Burlington Hawkeye, Cope’s
Tobacco Planet (Liverpool, 1875)
Twas just behind the woodshed,
One glorious summer day,
Far o’er the hills the sinking sun
Pursued its westward way.
And in my one seclusion,
Safely removed afar,
From all of earth’s confusion,
I smoked my first cigar.
“Ah, bright the boyish fancies
Wrapped in the wreaths of blue;
My eyes grew dim, my head was light,,
The woodshed round me flew.
Dark night closed in around me,
Rayless without a star,
Grim death I thought had found me,
And spoiled my first cigar.
I heard my father’s smothered laugh,
It seemed so strange and far;
I knew he knew, I knew he knew
I’d smoked my first cigar.”
-Burlington Hawkeye, Cope’s
Tobacco Planet (Liverpool, 1875)
