A Cigarette

I'd like to be the cigarette
You stub out in the tray,
You've had your kicks it's plain to see
And I have had my day,
But once you really wanted me
And where there's smoke there's fire,
The lipstick on me shows I was
Your object of desire!

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Nimal Dunuhinga 07 September 2010

I smoked the sly humour and thanks!

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Sally Plumb Plumb 01 July 2010

Wonderfully funny! I'll give you the downside. Try 'A Slow Smoke'.

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