I celebrated my birthday this week and was surprised by my 15 year old nephew with the following poem. I also received a pipe (a Caminetto, rusticated,full bent) but the poem trumps it all.
Uncle Mike
Has many pipes
Every day a different type
Different look
Different feel
So many that you have to wonder if they are all real
Enough to smoke for a year straight
Some may say it is his fate
Knows all there is to know about them
From the bowl to the stem
Each one has a different scent
Tobacco of the past
Smoked until the last
Each with a history of its own
Keeps most at his home
Each unique in its own special way
Especially the ones he buys used, on eBay
Uncle Mike
Has many pipes
Every day a different type
Different look
Different feel
So many that you have to wonder if they are all real
Enough to smoke for a year straight
Some may say it is his fate
Knows all there is to know about them
From the bowl to the stem
Each one has a different scent
Tobacco of the past
Smoked until the last
Each with a history of its own
Keeps most at his home
Each unique in its own special way
Especially the ones he buys used, on eBay
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