Smoking Poem by gershon hepner

Smoking

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Smoking for Frenchmen appears to be chic
since a Gaulois for men who are Gallic
is more than a Gaulois at times when they seek
to prove, sans cigars, they are phallic.
Jean Nicot, a Frenchman, from whom we derive
the name of the drug nicotine
did not know that tobacco helps no men to thrive,
though it goes very well with caffeine.
It surely is lovely to see the smoke swirl
from a cigarette when the film’s noir,
as lighting one up for your favorite French girl
helped them get right inside her boudoir,
but Frenchmen are banning, just like the Italians,
all smoking in most public spaces,
and those who’re determined to prove they are stallions
can’t put symbols of sex in their faces.
The ones who refuse to obey will be fined
and regarded perhaps as benighted,
but what can one do when a girl one has dined
has a Gaulois and asks one to light it?
The question my friend, isn’t freedom, I think,
nor is blowing in wind the right answer,
for those who would smoke when they’ve dined and they drink
must remember they’re asking for cancer.

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