SLAM!

When soldiers and sailors go off to the war,
and do things both naughty and nice,
they tend to form habits most people deplore
or might even consider a vice.

So when I took a thought to what I might develop
for a habit so disgusting and ripe,
I settled on weed in a leather envelope
and used it to smoke in my pipe.

My pipe gives the air of the wise old professor
who counsels with advice good and sage,
and the troops regard me as a kind of confessor
in spite of the difference in age.

So, when you espy that nice, portly guy
who sits on the porch, wreathed in smoke,
just keep in mind, that the soldiers think kindly
of that pipe-smoking, avuncular bloke!

Written in anapestic septameter - quite possibly my favorite rhythm!

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