An Ode To The Joy Of Cigarettes And Coffee

Poem By Dominic Windram

An ode to the joy of cigarettes and coffee:
It seems one complements the other perfectly.
Such a splendid way to enhance imperfect hours.
O how they revive the poet's creative powers!

Comments about An Ode To The Joy Of Cigarettes And Coffee

Thanks Shaun. I'm pleased you like this poem. I love the picture of Iggy Pop and Tom Waits which accompanies it. I so miss being able to have a cigarette with a pint in a pub. That anally retentive, bore of a politician, Gordon Brown, banned smoking in pubs without consulting the general population didn't he? I agree with Nigel Farage, there should be some pubs where one is allowed to smoke. People that don't like it don't need to go there...case closed!
Such guilty pleasures indeed. Naughty but nice and highly addictive and welcoming. A most neat and well written rhyming quatrain on display here Dominic, one I could barely make out through a steamy fresh coffee and thick pungent Marlboro haze. Five stars and well deserved too. Many thanks good sir and I wish you well.


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