Smoker
I billowed calmly as a cloud Upon a course for acid rain, When in the fog of smoking crowd, My lungs collapsed in searing pain. Full of soot and black with tar, I coughed in vain for chest to clear; At least my lungs had got this far Despite my years of toxic air. But Smokers’ Lounge was home to me, Where fellow addicts puff with joy: Our pipes in hand, all friends are we, ‘Let’s fine cigars now share, my boy! ’ ‘So gasp away! ’ my motto cries, ‘And light another cigarette Before a further smoker dies, Which happens often – you can bet! ’ |
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