The Devil’s white and powdery
And comes in a gram or two,
He’s oh so sweet the night you meet
But the next day he’ll punish you.
He’s been known to live in bottles sometimes,
And nicotine’s also his name.
The trouble is,
At the end of all of this,
The temptations all the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very expressive and real... good rhyme as well. Yuri*