SHIRLEYS HUMOUR PASSAGE

ONE MORE CIGARETTE 

I’ve been to see the doctor, I haven’t been so well

When I told him my symptoms he really gave me hell.

 I cough and cough from morn till night I just can’t get my breath

And in the mornings when I wake I really feel like death,

My doc gave me a lecture and said trouble I would get

If I don’t stop my habit of just one more cigarette.

I puff away all day I puff away all night

When I look in the mirror my tongues a dreadful sight,

I can’t give up the craving I don’t know what to do

I thought I’d really conquered it when I fell ill with flu

But as soon as I was better and my knees just didn’t sag

I sneaked off in a corner and had another drag.

My skin is green and sallow I really do look grim

My eyes look dull and yellow I really must be dim,

I know it’s just a habit to smoke my life away

And refuse to listen what my elders have to say.

I started at a young age, which wasn’t very brave

Because now it’s left me with this truly dreadful crave.

I know it is such folly I know it is so sad

The way I treat my body does make me very mad,

My friends all try to tell me my folly for to see

They’re really losing patience with the likes of me,

I often come to realise that I have had enough

And then I lose my courage and have another puff.

My old Dad is ninety and he still likes a smoke

When I try to nag him he says it is a joke,

He says that as I’m younger I should really have more sense

But I don’t think it’s fair to say that I am very dense,

Days may come and days may go and I continue gasping

After all my lungs are mine although they may be rasping.