There was an old fellow named Green, Who grew so abnormally lean, And flat, and compressed, That his back touched his chest, And sideways he couldn't be seen. There was a young lady of Lynn, Who was so excessively thin,... Read more of THIN PEOPLE at Free Jokes.caInformational Site Network Informational
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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...



"A FREE PUFF."








Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm--three miles or more--
And brought you home from the village store.

Summer was passing--don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,--sober and brown,--
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?

Sweet black brierwood pipe of mine!
If you were human you'd be half divine,
For when I've looked beyond the smoke, into your burning bowl
In times of need
You've been, indeed,
The only comfort, sweetest solace, of my overflowing soul.
We've been together nearly thirty years, old fellow!
And now, you must admit, we're both a trifle mellow.
We have had our share of joys and a deal of sorrows,
And while we're only waiting for a few more to-morrows,
Others will come, and others will go,
And Time will gather what Youth will sow;
But we together will go down the rough
Road to the end, and to the end--puff.

ARTHUR IRVING GRAY.





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