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Smoking Poems

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

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

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



THOSE ASHES.








Up to the frescoed ceiling
The smoke of my cigarette
In a sinuous spray is reeling,
Forming flower and minaret.

What delicious landscape floating
On perfumed wings I see;
Pale swans I am idly noting,
And queens robed in filagree.

I see such delicious faces
As ne'er man saw before,
And my fancy fondly chases
Sweet maids on a fairy shore.

Now to bits my air-castle crashes,
And those pictures I see no more;
My grandmother yells: "Them ashes--
Don't drop them on the floor!"

R.K. MUNKITTRICK.





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