Pipe Smoker

pipeBy Robert Service

Because I love the soothing weed
And am of sober type,
I’d choose me for a friend in need
A man who smokes a pipe.
A cove who hasn’t much to say,
And spits into the fire,
Puffing like me a pipe of clay,
Corn-cob or briar.

A chap original of thought,
With cheery point of view,
Who has of gumption quite a lot,
And streaks of humour too.

He need not be a whiskered sage,
With wisdom over-ripe:
Just give me in the old of age
A pal who smokes a pipe.

A cigarette may make for wit,
Although I like it not;
A good cigar, I must admit,
Gives dignity to thought.

But as my glass of grog I sip
I never, never gripe
If I have for companionship
A guy who smokes a pipe.

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