There is a tavern in the town,
And they dispense the hop there;
But because of one small female’s frown,
I do not often stop there.
The drugstore has my smoke, indeed,
But since it makes her fret less
When I renounce the pleasure-weed,
You find me cigaretteless.
Somehow I think my whopping ton
Of troubles would be weightless,
And the merchants prosper, had this one
Stayed entirely mateless.
by Ray Romine Thursday, July 3, 1952
