One day at a busy airport, the passengers on a commercial airliner are seated, waiting for the cockpit crew to show up so they can get under way. The pilot and copilot finally appear in the rear of the plane, and begin walking up to the cockpit t... Read more of Blind pilots at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
Privacy
   Home - Smoking Articles - History of Smoking - Poems about Smoking - Giving up Alcohol

Smoking Poems

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...



THE SMOKER'S CALENDAR.








When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May, so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July, Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden.
Even in the wane of dull October
I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar."
November's soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire.
The darkest day in drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.

ANON.





Next: AN OLD SWEETHEART OF MINE.

Previous: CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.



Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
ADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 4209