Cigarette Smoking Musician

An old man who looked somewhat young But after he had a song sung Held tightly to his right lung And to a nearby chair clung … An Old Man who now truly looked it: Blotches on a weak skin poorly lit; He had many times dared a twitter And in his lungs they proved a hitter … Then, why wouldn’t he look much bitter And accept that he did away an hour fritter “Christ! The Goodwill Cigarettes at me flung”! He’d henceforth be dodging them like dung; In the spirit of a cigarette-smoking musician Not wishing an early visit to a physician.