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
Colin, thank you for your comments, I've read all yours, they're great, I especially like The Smoking Ban, and the words Boake and Crabbit, which I know, but have never seen in poems before. Some of your thinking is very deep, perhaps only being adressed when you write yourself(s) . Keep writing, poetry is a very good way of standing with your thoughts exposed. I will post some old work which deals with standing outside yourself, looking in. Thanks
I like the words you use: boak & crabbit which conjure up animal images as well as sounds and other human gestures. Your's is a nice way of giving advice. I hope it helps those who need to. Here we are just addressing a total smoking ban in restaurants. Luckily for us, some have adopted one voluntarily.
I rated your poem a 10, as i thought it was funny, i should have rated it a zero, because i smoke and kinda like it, banning smoking from pubs was the pits grr, I see your fae scotland, I lived in perth for 10 years, not so far from you, sorry about the typos, i did not have time to spell check as i was in such a hurry to get the poems on here, i will re-edit tomoz x
You're entitled to your view, but I don't have to put my shirt in the wash basket when I come home from the pub anymore... Colin...
Nice work...I had this image of people in a pub singing this song with their beers in the air lol! -Michael
Nice one, Colin. A friend of mine just recently quit. Easier said than done but well worth it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've smoked for 40 years, however last April made 5 years without a cigarette. My lungs feel clear and free. thank you for commenting on my poem 'What mystery attracts me to you America'