The Smoker's Calendar
--by A.A. Sharp
When January's cold appears,
A glowing pipe my spirit cheers;
And still it glads the length'ning day
'Neath February's milder sway.
When March's keener winds succeed,
What charms me like the burning weed?
When April mounts the solar car,
I join him, puffing a cigar;
And May so beautiful and bright,
Still finds the pleasing weed a-light.
To balmy zephyrs it gives zest,
When June in gayest livery's drest.
Through July Flora's offspring smile,
But still Nicotia's can beguile;
And August, when its fruits are ripe,
Matures my pleasure in a pipe.
September finds me in the garden,
Communing with a long churchwarden:
Ev'n in the wane of dull October,
I smoke my pipe and sip my robur.
Novembers' soaking show'rs require
The smoking pipe and blazing fire:
The darkest day is drear December's--
That's lighted by their glowing embers.