Smoking is a very social custom
That's what all the smokers say
Non-smokers beg to differ
They see it in a different way
They just can't seem to find what's social
About inhaling noxious fumes
Or being in the presence of filthy ashtrays
That decorate the rooms
They don't think it's all that social
When their eyes sting and turn a shade of red
Or when their clothes stink unpleasantly
As they take them off to go to bed
If you have been a smoker
But have managed to break free
Become a social non-smoker
It's healthy and it's free
And non-smokers will love you
They'll welcome you with open arms
You are the epitomy of socialness
They'll think you have lots of charms
The smokers may be disconsolate
That they have lost one of their own
Well, that's their problem
You were only there on loan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ew. Non smoking is disgusting.