The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, <br />Makes half a sentence at a time enough; <br />The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, <br />Then pause and puff, and speak, and pause again. <br />Such often, like the tube they so admire, <br />Important triflers! have more smoke than fire. <br />Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, <br />Unfriendly to society's chief joys, <br />Thy worst effect is banishing for hours <br />The sex whose presence civilizes ours.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pernicious-weed/
