The smell of cigarette smoke and homecooked love fill the room

A long drag.

Tie loosened and table is set,

He only hopes he can forget -

A long drag.

A cry of a woman spells only doom

For those who may have caused it

Thin lips are bit.

A long drag.

Hero's duty has been done,

He's gone again before the Sun -

Can come up in the morning.

He only wishes for one thing:

A long drag - and a longer kiss.

He breaths in and can almost still taste pudding.

AN: Hope you enjoyed my little thing I wrote on a lark about our favorite chef. It's not as longwinded as my usual poems go but it was less personal for me than my usual work(I don't post those hehe) I'm thinking about doing a one-shot poem for each of the Strawhats or something whenever I feel like it. But we'll see I guess. I had fun, hope everyone else does too.