MMMMMM SMOKES....
Smokes are rite good
Smokes are rite nice
Smokin’ smokes is my vice.
Give’s a light
Give’s a drag
As the Brits say gimmie a fag.
If quittin’s not stupid
If quittin’s not bad
Why does quittin’ make me feel so sad?
I don’t miss the stinky fingers
I don’t miss the phlegm
I do miss the smokin’ you fils de la chien!
Smokes are rite nice
Smokin’ smokes is my vice.
Give’s a light
Give’s a drag
As the Brits say gimmie a fag.
If quittin’s not stupid
If quittin’s not bad
Why does quittin’ make me feel so sad?
I don’t miss the stinky fingers
I don’t miss the phlegm
I do miss the smokin’ you fils de la chien!
posted by your judgemental aunt at 2:18 PM
3 Comments:
What a nice poem.
Jason's poem would be about snax and the gym....but he's too high on t3's to right a poem.
quittin is the shit.....until you have a drink....and nuff with that "lady" talk.
Jason's poem would be...
Pies and Cake
Cake and Pies
I love them because they don't tell lies
Cake and Pies
Pies and Cake
I like to eat them til my belly aches.
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