Ok, I’ll admit it, I’m a bit worried about publishing my latest poem because I’m making such a public commitment – and I don’t want anyone to give me a hard time if it doesn’t work for me. So be kind, please….
I’m quitting, I’m giving up,
I can’t do this anymore,
I know it’s not good for my health
And money’s flying out the door.
You might think I talk of travelling,
The fuel costs are so high,
And the stress when money’s running low
Is enough to make me cry.
Or is it Brutus, my old campervan,
With the constant work to do.
He’s been faithful, but he’s getting old,
Perhaps it’s time for something new.
I can’t give up this lifestyle
So something’s got to give
So I’m tossing out the cigarettes!
I’ve got far more life to live!
They’re burning up my money,
It’s literally going up in smoke,
And I know about the side effects
So it’s time that I awoke
To all the bad things smoking does.
Yep, I’m going to quit the fags,
– Although I really do enjoy them –
So I’ll just have a few more drags!
And when this packet’s finished
I’m not buying any more,
And I’ll avoid the ciggy counter
When I go into a store.
I’m going to get some patches though,
Give me the best chance to quit,
And I know the next time we meet up
I’ll be healthier, and fit.
I’ve made myself this promise,
(I know, I’ve said it all before)
This time I’m going to do it!
I’m determined, that’s for sure.
How many’s left in the packet?
Oh no, there’s only four!
Well, I’m going to enjoy every last one of them
‘Cos when they’re gone there’ll be no more.