A box can be used for this event instead of a chair. If a chair is used, it is well to have a very sturdy one. This race starts with the players in the same position as in the preceding race, the player on the right hand end of the line sitting... Read more of Chair Sitting Race at Games Kids Play.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Smoking Poems

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...



IF I WERE KING.








If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all, with bland blue weather.
Delight alone would need to shed a tear,
For dream and deed should war no more together.

Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear;
Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather;
And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere,
If I were king.

But politics should find no harbour near;
The Philistine should fear to slip his tether;
Tobacco should be duty free, and beer;
In fact, in room of this, the age of leather,
An age of gold all radiant should appear,
If I were king.

W.E. HENLEY.





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