Corn Cobs

from the Humorous Writings of William Fenton Tyree, Sr.
Compiled & Edited by C. Virginia Tyree
May, 1990

 

 A work-weary man was seeking,
 For a cure from every care,
 For a soul-easing sort of something,
 To satisfy anywhere.
 
 In vain had he sought for solace
 By shrines to the Sun-God raised;
 By altars of burning incense,
 Where a pious priesthood praised.
 
 And not on the lips of woman,
 'Though red, like cherries ripe,
 But, only could he find comfort,
 In smoking his "Corn-Cob" pipe. 

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