Thursday, November 16, 2006
002: The Smoking Ban
Rating: ★4.6
The air is filled with reeking smoke
It's just enough to make ye boak
But when the law forbids the habit,
Why stand outside
you'll just be crabbit
So why not try and kick the habit
You'll wonder why you ever had it
Your lungs will clear by next New year
The thought of it should make you cheer
So settle down and have a beer
And all the best for this New year