My parents ran - a little pub
Outside of Colwyn Bay
Selling beer and wine and grub
Both smoked throughout the day
Their dog sat in that smoky bar
Inhaling all those fumes
The drinkers who would have a jar
Breathed smoke into the rooms
Their dog began to cough and choke
When smoking bans came in
The years inhaling all that smoke
Had strange effects - on him
Withdrawal symptoms - coughing bouts
His itches and his scratches
They thought that they would help him out
And try those nicotine patches
Now Rover’s fine except these snags
He still has fleas and scratches
But they had to put him back on fags
To wean him off the patches!
copyright Victoria George
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