Ima Ryma


Cold Turkey Or Else - Poem by Ima Ryma

I'd died and gone to heaven high.
The shock had not worn off me yet.
What choice was there but to comply?
I sure could use a cigarette.
No butts were anywhere in sight.
Those doctors told me I should quit.
Unliving proof that they were right,
I sweated through my nicky fit.
St. Peter popped out of thin air.
Being a nervous newly dead,
I asked him if he had a square.
St. Peter turned to me and said,

'By God, no smoking. Hear this well -'
'If you must smoke, then go to hell.'


Comments about Cold Turkey Or Else by Ima Ryma

  • Rookie - 0 Points Theresa Moore (10/30/2007 5:05:00 AM)

    Nicotine cravings have a hold on those who smoke. As a person who gave up smoking many years ago, I can relate to your poem. You have a wonderful way of expressing the addiction and the grave consequences with a flare for humor. Great job! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,970 Points Lawrence Beck (10/30/2007 4:48:00 AM)

    Nicely done and very funny. Larry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, October 28, 2011


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