A Cigarette Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
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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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4/26/2024 3:05:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I smoked the sly humour and thanks!