dshpipes
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Today was my day off of work and I found myself feeling a touch bored. Being moved by recent writing contests and a general expression for the love of BoB, I decided to do a little project: rewriting one of my favorite speeches from Shakespeare to be geared towards pipe smoking and this forum.
So now that I've completely bastardized the writing of the Bard for my own purposes, I've decided to share it with all of you. I hope that you enjoy my little project.
This day shall be a day for smoking.
He that smokes his pipe this day, anywhere,
Will stand a tip-toe, whether friend or foe,
And rouse him on a day for smoking.
He that shall smoke his pipe, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil share his baccy,
And say, “To-morrow we shall smoke our pipes.”
Then will he ope’ his pouch and show his pipes,
And say, “These pipes I got on lay-away.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What blends he smoked this day. Then shall those names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
McClelland and Pease, and Hearth and Home,
Cornell and Diehl, Wilke and McCranie,
Be in their billowing pipes freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And ne’er a morning shall e’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that smokes his pipe with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And pipeless gentlemen world abound
Shall think themselves accursed they were uncounted,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks
Of days amongst the brothers of briar.
So now that I've completely bastardized the writing of the Bard for my own purposes, I've decided to share it with all of you. I hope that you enjoy my little project.
This day shall be a day for smoking.
He that smokes his pipe this day, anywhere,
Will stand a tip-toe, whether friend or foe,
And rouse him on a day for smoking.
He that shall smoke his pipe, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil share his baccy,
And say, “To-morrow we shall smoke our pipes.”
Then will he ope’ his pouch and show his pipes,
And say, “These pipes I got on lay-away.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What blends he smoked this day. Then shall those names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words,
McClelland and Pease, and Hearth and Home,
Cornell and Diehl, Wilke and McCranie,
Be in their billowing pipes freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And ne’er a morning shall e’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that smokes his pipe with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And pipeless gentlemen world abound
Shall think themselves accursed they were uncounted,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks
Of days amongst the brothers of briar.