My daddy is a smoker <br />Disturbing us like a Hitler <br />He works in a smokers centre <br />And is a well know cigar lender <br /> <br />His lungs are really black and white <br />To stop him smoke we always fight <br />His blood pressure is in the highest rate <br />To inhale smoke is our disastrous fate <br /> <br />I don’t know when we will stop smoke-breathing <br />I don’t know when my daddy will stop cigar-smoking <br /> <br />(written for my dad, Harris, who smokes as well as works in a 'smoker's centre)) <br /> <br /> <br />MARCH 28,2008<br /><br />sania harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-daddy-a-smoker/
