DEAR old pipe, my oldest friend, Brier of darkest hue, How I long to smoke and dream -- I'm in love with you. Good old beer, an oft-tried friend, Best and choicest brew, How I long for you again -- I'm in love with you. Laughing lips and rosy cheeks, Eyes of deepest blue, You I long for most of all -- I'm in love with you. Tempt me not, my dear old friends, I have work to do -- Four conditions in a term -- For I loved but you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM |