Bad Pipe Poetry

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Ruffinogold wrote:
Wed Sep 26, 2018 5:34 pm
Pipes are made out of wood
If ya got em , smoke em , ya should
Fill em with tobacco , if you don't yer a whacko
If your wife could be a pipe , she would
lightly Ruff--tread lightly!!!
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My wifey is a blue-eyed ball of spite
For reasons big and small she’ll start a fight
I lit an English bowl
She gave her eyes a roll
Guess I’m sleeping on the couch again tonight
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Masters were we few,
At creating bad haiku
In a lost Goat thread.

Pipes are pipes, enjoy!
Smoke alone, smoke them with friends,
Whether warm or cold,

There is always time
For a good hearty smoke and
Pretty bad haiku's!

So ends this ditty
Regaling the pipe; look! A
Refrigerator.
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Wed Oct 17, 2018 7:34 pm

Don’t try to wipe
Yer bum with yer pipe
It’s rough rustication
Will cause scabulation
and then you won’t be able to sit right.

Don’t try to pack
Yer pipe with yer rack
The rack’s made for holding
Not rubbing and folding
The draw will be more loose than tight.

Picking tobacco you like
Is like riding a bike
Practice makes perfect
And perfection is worth it
You’ll get through the bowl with one relight.
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Wed Oct 17, 2018 8:58 pm

After I read these
there was nothing left to say.
True poets write right.
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Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:39 pm

MikeDennison wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 8:58 pm
After I read these
there was nothing left to say.
True poets write right.
I hope you don't mind, but If I may be allowed to riff off the germ of what you started there, Mike Dennison:

After I read these
There was nothing left to say.
True poets write right.

Like carrots and peas,
Like April and May,
Like thank you and please,
Like night follows day,
And like a Kleenex follows a sneeze…

Like latakia in a pizzeria…

True poets write right in the middle of the night as their thoughts take flight and they forget their sad plight, fighting the good fight with all of their might as they reach for their Zippo to spark a soft charring light.
It is at moments like these, be a gentleman an observant Anglican or a devout Mennonite,
So long as we share a brotherhood of the briar,
No one who writes true to his code and his heart can ever be called a liar.


---- A tip of my fedora to the gent who planted the seed for this poor pipe poem. Thank you, Mr. Dennison!
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Wed Oct 17, 2018 10:14 pm

Whalehead King wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:39 pm
MikeDennison wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 8:58 pm
After I read these
there was nothing left to say.
True poets write right.
I hope you don't mind, but If I may be allowed to riff off the germ of what you started there, Mike Dennison:

After I read these
There was nothing left to say.
True poets write right.

Like carrots and peas,
Like April and May,
Like thank you and please,
Like night follows day,
And like a Kleenex follows a sneeze…

Like latakia in a pizzeria…

True poets write right in the middle of the night as their thoughts take flight and they forget their sad plight, fighting the good fight with all of their might as they reach for their Zippo to spark a soft charring light.
It is at moments like these, be a gentleman an observant Anglican or a devout Mennonite,
So long as we share a brotherhood of the briar,
No one who writes true to his code and his heart can ever be called a liar.


---- A tip of my fedora to the gent who planted the seed for this poor pipe poem. Thank you, Mr. Dennison!
I'm truly humbled.
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Wed Oct 17, 2018 10:26 pm

MikeDennison wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 10:14 pm

I'm truly humbled.
Humbled like latakia in a pizzeria?

Heh. ;) I'm hoping someone picks up that line and runs with it. :shock:

Thanks, pal. It was a pleasure to be inspired. Cheers!
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Whalehead King wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 10:26 pm
MikeDennison wrote:
Wed Oct 17, 2018 10:14 pm

I'm truly humbled.
Humbled like latakia in a pizzeria?

Heh. ;) I'm hoping someone picks up that line and runs with it. :shock:

Thanks, pal. It was a pleasure to be inspired. Cheers!
justlike that. :D
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