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Tobacco


This poem was inspired by my dad, who's more than once complained that when he told somebody they should quit smoking to stay alive (he's a doctor), they often went directly to the smoking room !...



Oh, that wonderful tobacco
That makes my life so rich.
I think a life without it
Would be like a broom without a witch.
It follows me wherever I may go.
I guess you could say it is my proctor.
Still it seems it doesn't like me,
So I went to see the doctor
He said, "Throw you cigarettes away."
"That has got to be a joke."
"Then they'll take a decade of your life."
"My God! - Now I really need a smoke!"
    - Me


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