The Tilt of His Cigar

You can fathom a man by the cut of his jib,

     By his acts, his bluff and talk;

You can tell quite well by his shrink and swell,

     You can judge him somewhat by his walk.

There are numerous ways you can judge a man,

     But I think the best way by far,

To get the best line and gauge him down fine

     Is by the tilt of his long cigar.

When the cigar points down the spirits are down,

     The drooping is plain to be seen;

When it points out he is floundering about

     And isn’t quite certain, I ween.

But there’s no mistaking his innermost soul,

     When it points to some overhead star;

You can easily tell that life is “all well”,

     By the tilt of his long cigar.

Nov. 19, ‘10