Jonny Cigar shares his poetry with the winers and diners at tonights Grand-Finale Whisk&Ladle Power-Packed Dinner-UnderGround-Supper-Club-Fiasco turned Democratically Incubatingly Jumbo-ly-uhd!
Mr. Cigar’s poems are for sale, only. Please, whatever you do, don’t copy and paste this sample poem to any document on your own computer. That would be mean. Just mean. Does Mr. Cigar come to your house and copy and paste creative meanderings you’ve managed to mangle? If you were creative, you bet damn well he, she and it, would.
“PARIS IN THE THROES OF PROSE
or
STELLA BY MOONSHINE”
a poem by Jonny Cigar
When I arrived, I was surprised to find that I could not speak French. I had heard it spoken many times before and had even pretended to speak it back in America, yelling at my fellow Americans in guttural tones, being sure to laugh after every sentence, “haw haw haw” and sure to wave my finger as if I were my mother scolding me for not pardoning my French.
