Oo He Makes Me Wheeze
Such a handsome, rugged man I met
Saw his photo on the Internet
He drove a hundred miles
So we could exchange smiles
Just one kiss, I was caught in his net
His cigar smoke wafted with the breeze
But once indoors, I began to sneeze
My eyes started to tear
Sore throat I could not clear
Now I hear him snoring as I wheeze
His drinking is really not so bad
But my lungs suffer more than a tad
Each time he lights one up
I don a filter cup
To enjoy the pure air I once had
*Entry for Susan’s Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution contest. Based on true experience.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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