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Smoking Poems

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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



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.





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