Little Miss Muffin
Nailed to a coffin, Little Miss Muffin
Smoking cancer sticks, huffin' and puffin'
Along came a health preacher
Tried his utmost to reach her
She said, 'Like a smoke ring? ~ I'm not bluffin'
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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