St. Bruno by the seaside, St. Bruno by the sea.......
Found a nice spot on the beach, unfolded my deck chair, rolled up my trouser legs & fixed a knotted handkerchief on top of my head. Sat down & filled a Falcon pipe with the old Bruno, lit up & peacefully slipped into a state of total contentment. Within minutes the ground beneath my feet started to tremble & I became aware of an impending horde of females, running towards me in frantic excitement, arms flailing & voices screaming out for the alluring scent of the St. Bruno. Had to abandon my deck chair & hot foot it off the beach, only just making it out in time!
Some time later I discovered another beach, save for one lone figure in the distance, totally isolated. Walking along the sea shore, waves cooling down my feet I lit up another bowl. Shortly after I noticed the lone figure in the distance becoming closer & closer. It soon became clear the aroma from the slow burning & satisfying St. Bruno had driven yet another young lady crazy with desire as she was heading straight for me. As she was on her own, I felt I was in no danger & decided to stand my ground . Furthermore, when she came right up to me I even obliged the lady by blowing smoke rings into her pretty little face, which she appreciated greatly until I could give no more & had to knock my pipe out.?
Total nonsense of course.....I'm miles from the beach! Still, does the mind good to wander at times I've always thought. When I smoke St. Bruno, perhaps my mind wanders more than most. Lol