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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem