Roses are Red,
Snuses are Blue,
Nick & Johnny aren't gay,
Sage - shame on you :P
How do I love snus?
Let me count the ways,
Be it white or be it portion,
Both go great after steak seasoned with Morton;
Cigarettes be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Burn not, poor smoke, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must drag,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivered.
Thou art slave to anti-tobacco, smoking bans, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, tar, and nicotine dwell,
And menthol, or cloves can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy match; why takest another drag;
One small cup of coffee past, we snus eternally,
And cigarettes shall be no more; cigarettes, thou shalt die.
Add your ode to snus here
Snuses are Blue,
Nick & Johnny aren't gay,
Sage - shame on you :P
How do I love snus?
Let me count the ways,
Be it white or be it portion,
Both go great after steak seasoned with Morton;
Cigarettes be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Burn not, poor smoke, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must drag,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivered.
Thou art slave to anti-tobacco, smoking bans, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, tar, and nicotine dwell,
And menthol, or cloves can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy match; why takest another drag;
One small cup of coffee past, we snus eternally,
And cigarettes shall be no more; cigarettes, thou shalt die.
Add your ode to snus here
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