THOMAS HOOD 1789-1845

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MY 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. 

Honours 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 tossed

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. 

*Lar - a spirit who watches over a house. Thomas Hood was an English poet,  author and humorist who contributed regularly to The London Magazine and Punch. He was the father of playwright and humorist Tom Hood 1835-74.

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