Raleigh tobacco is a questionable friend,
as grandfather said in words without end;
old habits die hard ~ never easy to break,
the first cigarette is the major mistake...
cough with them, choke with them,
fall on the floor with them, but isn't it time
to walk out of that door with them.
Zero tolerance are the words to apply;
grandad was right; oh what a plight...
Admit it my friend ~ 'narcotics offend'
In grandfather's defence,
these two words make sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem