What sort of smoker are you
That keep you smoking,
Smokes curling,
Smokes clouding the space
And you taking the puffs,
Holding in between the fingers,
That is good,
But when taken in
To make the embers burning,
Lighting, taking time to light
And you smoking unto its last,
The stub dropped,
Crushed under the feet
And this all about the joys of smoking
Which is but one side of the story
While on the other
How is it injurious to your health,
Have you thought it about?
No doubt smoke you
But not packet after packet
But within a limit?