I’ll smoke a long cigar
Have a thick red steak
Drink a swig of bourbon
It’s been a fine day
So I flick my Ash
With a happy friendly expression
As I put on my
Very finest custom tailored suit
On my big day
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This is the first tobacco ash I’ve seen tonight! I like the character you’ve created here – he’s really enjoying life, isn’t he?
It has to be a he.
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Thanks Yes he always knows how to have such a good time
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Sounds like that Monoply guy… winning is what counts.
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It may not be the only worthwhile thing but it’s so enjoyable
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Cherooteriffic!
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Thank you. Such a mighty fine cigar word
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When celebration is in order, why not!
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It always makes for such a fine time
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You’ve painted a portrait and an exuberant feeling very well here. It makes me wonder what his big day is all about.
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Thanks Lisa. To explain I unfortunately need more than forty four words
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You’re welcome. It was more of a rhetorical question…
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This is a joyful post….a very different side of the word “ash” from all other posts. But I must admit, I abhor cigars and their smell….but as a word in a poem, with no odor attached, I can see the joy in it!
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Thanks. Somehow cigars don’t bother me . I can even enjoy them but I can’t handle cigarettes
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hope their big day was as wonderful as the poem.
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Thanks. I assume it all worked out so very well
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Nicely concocted. Pleasant, affable, hopeful – there’s a charming juxtaposition to what usually brings to mind ash. A delight.
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Thanks. Ash goes completely against that kind of an image
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Connected with this so easily. Life events are often memories of ash, the cigars of birth, marriage. I remember my father’s well.
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Nice atmospheric piece: who could deny this man such treats on his big day?
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Thanks I’m hoping things work out for him
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I want to be this guy, Larry! Except I prefer my steak medium well… not red.
❤
David
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I enjoy both ways but it should be cooked well because of health risk
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You created a vivid character. I hope his big day goes well!
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Thanks. He’s been having quite a fine time
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It sounds it!
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Nice one.
Much💜love
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Thank you for linking to my post
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