NEWS

Moist tobacco

Some readers wrote to us
to complain about the humidity of tobacco

The perlot suffers a crisis
And I hear stubborn cries,
Ah Lord! When people who take
They have something in their noses!...

Smokers, good boys admit
In a pinch, pieces of wood
Logs and matches
Who stuff the packages, sometimes

Let the tobacco be tasteless,
That it has no taste... still passes,
But, frankly, let it be wet
It's the end of everything, it's too strong!

To smokers, who are distributed
A tobacco quick to light,
Auctioneers, if it makes us sneeze
It shouldn't give us a cold!

Ah! the dry tobacco we dream of...
However, someone very high up
Said to me: “The crisis will be brief,
It's just a moment to pass.

A short while, no more
And he even added in a low voice:
You see, it's just a passage
A simple beating... beating.

Pierre MANAUT