The day my doctor died of smoking <br />I bought myself a fat cigar - <br />I realised he must be joking, <br />His funeral was so bizarre: <br /> <br />A dwarf in multi-coloured clothing <br />Sang louder than the parish choir <br />And though my heart was full of loathing <br />I leapt upon the funeral pyre. <br /> <br />I'd often longed for such a roasting <br />And knew it was my friend's desire, <br />I shouted out 'We'll all be toasting <br />In Hell's incandescent fire! ' <br /> <br />Don't be discouraged by this story, <br />Smoking cigarettes is fine, <br />Inhale them on your days of glory <br />And drink your fill of rich, red wine! !<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-can-damage-your-health/
