Second Hand Smoke Poem by Sherri Vogel
Second Hand Smoke
You smoke at home and in the car
Fancy restaurants and the bar.
At a picnic, baseball game
Puffin' smoke what a shame.
You're wasting money polluting the air
Causing cancer don't you care?
Your lungs by now are covered in black
But you head for the store and buy a pack.
Spend Two Dollars when you could have bought food
And put everyone else in a much better mood.
Doctors have warned you labels have too
But obviously cancer does not concern you.
For all of you out there who think it looks great
There are millions of people who could tell you it ain't.
We're the second hand smokers who breathe it all in
It clings to our clothes, our hair, and our skin.
We wake up with headaches our eyes water too
What a joy to share this bad habit with you.
'Cause you buy the carton enjoy it and yet
Make us breathe in smoke from your cigarette.
We're innocent victims have bad habits too
But unlike smokers don't force them on you.
So when you're out in public don't ask for a light
Think about others it's so impolite.
We're people who care and wish you would quit
That dangerous, deadly, smoking habit.
Hi Romina Grieco: Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I was in the hospital when you sent this. Did you already complete your speech on second hand smoke? If you haven't you can definitely use my poem. Let me know how your speech goes. Take care, Sherri
I love this poem and I am doing a speech on second hand smoke for my college Public Speaking class. I was wondering if I could read it to the class as part of my speech? That would be great its perfect! Thank you!
Thanks Joe for reading my poem. Habits are hard to break. I was never a smoker but I was addicted to shopping. It seems the things we love are usually the things that are bad for us. Hopefully, one of these days you'll be able to quit for good.
Thank you Kyla for the compliment. I am glad you liked it. I have a friend who's mother smokes. After my friend listened to my poem she asked if I would give her a copy. She hung it on the refrigerator hoping it would help her mother quit. Unfortunately, it didn't. Those addictions are hard to break. It takes a lot of willpower and self control. People are capable but it takes a lot of work. I'll keep my fingers crossed that eventually your dad will quit.
I never really smoked my whole life. On and off more. But in latter age, I enjoy the lift. I puff from a corn cob pipe. Maybe 1-4 a day. But, I'll quit and smoke again. BUT, a pack or two a day - your right it's a killer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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So true my dad smokes and you know I wish he would quit I hate the smell hes not allowed to smoke in the car or house but you know it just doesnt work I still inhale second hand smoke and its nasty people should really pay attention to your poem its amazing