Smoking Poem by Mittur Ramprasad

Smoking



If you smoke
You will croak
With a stroke
After getting broke

Smoking kills
After the thrills
Blood spills
Heart becomes still

Smoking looks cool
In some old school
As it is the fool
Who rolls the spool

After puffing the cigarette
One may have to regret
For after effect
With poor prospect

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