Many historical personages and characters, some even great stalwart men indeed, have paid homage with their pen unto Lady Nicotine. In keeping with this immemorial and most esteemed tradition, I submit for your pleasure:
Lost in Snus's Sweet Company
As my bleary eyes open after sleep profuse,
I take a pinch of my trusty snus.
During morning coffee in tepid bath,
I pay homage to ol' Gotland with a knowing wink, a laugh.
To work or wheree're I may go,
I'll surely keep two cans in tow.
No trouble is too great, no annoyance too grievous
When by such fortune Sweet Snus my mouth receiveth.
When hunger's clutch causes my stomach to wrench,
You'll surely see good Roda betwixt my fingers clench'd.
And when torrents of rain and snow beat down upon me,
I huddle safely warm, inflamed with the forbidden passion of Nick (& Johnny).
For all times of sadness -- nay, even god-forsaken misery
The General proffers fortitude to those brave soldiers in need.
Mighty as a God astride his battle-torn steed of righteous might,
He adds strength and vigor to brave souls in their darkest plight.
And suddenly, the clouds depart, my grief expires. I am a new man,
And I thank my kind friends, Good Mr. Skruf and Sir Ettan.
In all social occasions I make certain my integrity to protect,
But I find that quite easy, for snusing begets perfect etiquette.
My daily strife completed in ease, I pause in a moment's introspect,
A ginger stroke of gloved finger upon my tin proceeds the solemn duty left,
My feral snarl, lips curled, my eyes wild with a bestial need
I sigh as I take my nightcap pris,
and I dream,
lost in Snus's Sweet Company.
Lost in Snus's Sweet Company
As my bleary eyes open after sleep profuse,
I take a pinch of my trusty snus.
During morning coffee in tepid bath,
I pay homage to ol' Gotland with a knowing wink, a laugh.
To work or wheree're I may go,
I'll surely keep two cans in tow.
No trouble is too great, no annoyance too grievous
When by such fortune Sweet Snus my mouth receiveth.
When hunger's clutch causes my stomach to wrench,
You'll surely see good Roda betwixt my fingers clench'd.
And when torrents of rain and snow beat down upon me,
I huddle safely warm, inflamed with the forbidden passion of Nick (& Johnny).
For all times of sadness -- nay, even god-forsaken misery
The General proffers fortitude to those brave soldiers in need.
Mighty as a God astride his battle-torn steed of righteous might,
He adds strength and vigor to brave souls in their darkest plight.
And suddenly, the clouds depart, my grief expires. I am a new man,
And I thank my kind friends, Good Mr. Skruf and Sir Ettan.
In all social occasions I make certain my integrity to protect,
But I find that quite easy, for snusing begets perfect etiquette.
My daily strife completed in ease, I pause in a moment's introspect,
A ginger stroke of gloved finger upon my tin proceeds the solemn duty left,
My feral snarl, lips curled, my eyes wild with a bestial need
I sigh as I take my nightcap pris,
and I dream,
lost in Snus's Sweet Company.
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