My wonderful wife bought me a very expensive lighter from CI. Once I opened it, I instantly thought of this poem. With some poetic license...
and
For all you who may remember with fondness...
and
WITH ALL THE DUE RESPECT AND HONOR TO MY FELLOW BROTHERS IN ARMS....
Here goes...
This is my lighter.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My lighter is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My lighter, without me, is useless.
Without my lighter, I am useless.
I must fire my lighter true.
It must shoot straighter than my Bic butane,
who is trying to burn me.
My cigars thank you and I thank you.