Ode to a Nub Maduro
How long you waited, three years or four,
since the day I brought you home.
Now rescued from my humidor,
out to garage we both shall roam
to watch TV or XBOX game.
Wrapped in a mantle dark as loam,
short of stature, stout of frame,
cap clipped with blades of brightest chrome,
foot set ablaze with hottest flame.
Smoke rises up heralding pleasure.
Not too bold, yet never tame;
you present slightly earthy leather,
wood and mild spice I cannot name.
Medium body altogether,
a freely drawing, rotund delight.
The years, you seem to deftly weather,
holding vibrant flavors bright.
Before you've burned to ashy nether
in every sense you are just right.
T'was good I bought a whole box.
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