04-13-2014, 12:22 AM
Tobacco Pipe
Oh here he comes again, he picks me up and walks outside.
He puts me in his pocket where the dust and lint reside
Then wanders round the garden looking for a place to sit
and finally he finds a place to rest up for a bit...
Takes me out with pouch and lighter and perches happily
on the stump behind the shed, beneath the poplar tree.
Fumbling he fills me – I don’t mind for I am his...
He lifts me to his lips and kisses me- that’s how it is.
Oh here he comes again, he picks me up and walks outside.
He puts me in his pocket where the dust and lint reside
Then wanders round the garden looking for a place to sit
and finally he finds a place to rest up for a bit...
Takes me out with pouch and lighter and perches happily
on the stump behind the shed, beneath the poplar tree.
Fumbling he fills me – I don’t mind for I am his...
He lifts me to his lips and kisses me- that’s how it is.