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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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



THE PIPE YOU MAKE YOURSELF.








There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought fer marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to the flaver of th' pipe you make yourself.

Jest take a common corn cob an' whittle out the middle,
Then plug up one end of it as tight as any fiddle;
Fit a stem into th' side an' lay her on th' shelf,
An' when she's dry you take her down, that pipe you made yourself.

Cram her full clar to th' brim with nachral leaf, you bet--
'T will smoke a trifle better for bein' somewhat wet--
Take your worms and fishin' pole, and a jug along for health,
An' you'll get a taste o' heaven from that pipe you made yourself.

There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes as well,
There's plain pipes an' fancy pipes--things jes made to sell;
But any pipe that kin be bought for marbles, chalk, or pelf,
Ain't ekal to th' flayer of the pipe you make yourself.

HENRY E. BROWN.





Next: CHIBOUQUE.

Previous: IF I WERE KING.



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 2294