Smoking
Smoking
There once was a black dog.
His tail was limp, no wag.
All he could think about
Was where he would get
His next ***.
There once was a white dog.
She jumped and danced
And wagged her tail
As she pranced.
It wasn’t that the white dog
Was smarter than the black.
It was just that the black dog
Was a slave
To a cigarette pack.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 1974
“All Rights Reserved”
Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2017
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