VIEW THE MOBILE VERSION of www.giveup.ca Informational Site Network Informational
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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 world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.

Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don't care which is in,
So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don't care how it goes,
So I have my cigar.

Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not. I'm at peace
So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"
I seldom read the "Star;"
The "Globe" I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar.

Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter--I can wait,
So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's car
Are just the same to me,
So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I'm sure to be at home,
So I have my cigar.

I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be,
So I have my cigar.

To have my choice among
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all
So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.

THOMAS HOOD.





Next: PIPE AND TOBACCO.

Previous: TOBACCO.



Add to del.icio.us Add to Reddit Add to Digg Add to Del.icio.us Add to Google Add to Twitter Add to Stumble Upon
Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
SHAREADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 3198