'' Go Back On The Dummy '' Poem by Bri Mar

When born we sook,
Just a little bit,
By hook or crook,
We do love a tit.

As we get older,
We still have the urge,
As our hormones smoulder,
It becomes a scourge.

Then we feel weak,
There's a substitution,
This we all seek,
Though it causes pollution.

It destroys our insides,
But we don't seem to care,
Despite all the guides,
We're just not aware.

Poisonous gases,
Emit from our noses,
Nicotine filled masses,
Our body decomposes.

It's the bane of our life,
We need that fix,
It can cause us strife,
Not getting our licks.

When we're attached,
We can't pull away,
When it is snatched,
Our heads start to sway.

Though it gives relief,
Be it vaping or smoking,
They will give you grief,
Yes and leave you choking,

The end is now nigh,
Please call in Mummy,
If you still need a high,

‘' Go Back On The Dummy ‘'