Holy Smoke

I used to think it was cool to smoke,

What a joke!

When offered a fag,

Don’t take a drag,

It will make you ill,

And it isn’t God’s will.

It will leave you diseased,

And your parent’s displeased.

The person who smokes

You think ‘what a fine fellow!’

But then notice his fingers,

Teeth, tongue are all yellow.

How is it cool

To be a fool?

To part with your cash

In exchange for a mouthful of ash

I found a way to escape this dragon’s lair

To solicit God’s help in silent prayer.

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