The Men in Menthol, 1966-2016
Goodbye dear Consulate, old friend,
Epitome of cool,
A smoke which we could recommend
When we were still at school:
Its faintly medicated taste
Was what the younger tongues embraced.
When showing off a polo-neck,
And desert-booted feet,
A menthol cig, with quick effect,
Would make the scene complete:
Girls, as any idiot knows,
Liked minty smoke blown up their nose.
Donovan caps askew on hair,
Paisley scarves tied twice,
Hipsters flared, we dared to dare –
Like nerds of paradise:
Without our menthol tabs to smoke,
We might have looked a total joke.