Friday, February 26, 2010

In Which My BrotherMan Visits A Humidor Hoedown

He travels west to see his girlie, and
Along his route there is a strange truck stop
In Rock Springs, not what I would call the land
Of civilized pursuits, but one can shop
Therein for something that I love most true.
This photo shows its glory, for within
There lies a walk-in humidor! I knew
He'd have to check it out, for he has been
A-telling me about it for, oh, weeks!
He's not quite a cigar man, though, just yet,
So as I bought my fennel and my leeks
(It's for a pie), I knew that I would get
A cell phone call, requesting a consult.
Connecticut, I said, as a result.


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