Just the other day, my friends asked me to write a poem on smoking. I thought it over for a day and so here it is as I want to share it with the others.
Derived from cigarettes;
Puffing the white dragon,
Inhaling its smoky poisonous gas,
Bellowing curls of smoke and fire;
Nicotine clogs the tarred lungs,
Restricting their natural elasticity,
To work efficiently,
I’m a smoker too and I hope that by the end of 2011 I can get rid of this bad habit. I also urge my readers who are smokers to give it up! We will not regret it.