Always a good time to reminisce when discussing Cobs.


Yo My Cob

Many pimps and hoes may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars
The real or fancied virtues of their fancy boy briars;
But I worship Nicotina at a different sort of shrine,
And she sits butt naked in all her glory in this corn-cob pipe of mine.

It ’s as fragrant as the meadows when the weed is in bloom;
It ’s as dainty as the essence of the daintiest butt fart;
It ’s as sweet as my privates when my junk is hanging ripe,
With the sun’s warm kiss upon them—is this corn-cob pipe.

Thou’ the smoke about it is a bit clinging,no where near that stank ass cigar smoke
Like an oriental beauty with a takeout menu in hand;
with my belly full of dimsum and some chickenfeet to boot
As I clasp it to my junk—in a no homo type of way.

It consoles me in misfortune and it cheers me in distress,
And it proves a handwarmer of my pleasures in sexual battles;
So I hail it as a symbol, friendship’s true and worthy type,
And as I toke up and smoke some KK in my trusted corn-cob pipe
I was like wow today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day

The End.................