The day my doctor died of smoking
I bought myself a fat cigar -
I realised he must be joking,
His funeral was so bizarre:
A dwarf in multi-coloured clothing
Sang louder than the parish choir
And though my heart was full of loathing
I leapt upon the funeral pyre.
I'd often longed for such a roasting
And knew it was my friend's desire,
I shouted out 'We'll all be toasting
In Hell's incandescent fire! '
Don't be discouraged by this story,
Smoking cigarettes is fine,
Inhale them on your days of glory
And drink your fill of rich, red wine! !
I absolutely loved this poem. It made me smile, thinking of my joke that I am smoking for the cancer. Beautiful work darling. Blessed be Tatianna Rei
it reminds me of my golfing buddy he always lights up a cigar on back nine. i always walk ahead of him and very far.
My in-laws swear by undilute alcohol and unfiltered cigarettes! Blaze on, I say! Wonderful verse made me smile.
You have certainly shared with us an interesting write. Funerals can be an amazing celebration of ones life. Thank you
What an odd ditty. Never read its likeness before. You've offered something different, unique. It begs for more development, though. It's somewhat abbreviated, and I was wanting more of the story when it ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And what is health? what is the relation between poetry and health? So far my knowledge goes Health is matter, poetry is spirit my dear. Both are interlinked. See poetry as symbol of love affection and all goodness Love poetry as poetry loves you. You are to take care of your health Poetry is there to take care of you. okay. please reply.