The Dying For A Smoke poem, may assist you to avoid being included, in frightening smoking related diseases statistics. If you want to stop smoking you can, and in the process free yourself form one of the greatest perils on earth.
If you really are dying for a smoke, just remember the Grim Reaper poem, in which he tries to welcome all those who say they are dying for a smoke. The escape route is to stop smoking.
The Grim Reaper Loves Smokers
Dying For A Smoke
Stop smoking NOW - You may have read
'Cos if you don't - You'll soon be dead.
That smoking kills - You can be sure
From this and that - There is no cure
You stumble on - With cough and wheeze
'Tis smoking - Caused your lung disease
Not me you say - My breathings good
Was that my heart - I heard a thud
Can't stop now - It is too late
There is no point - I know my fate
But just a mo' - 'Cause you know what
It's not too late - To stop the rot
There's patches, pills - Advice to take
The effort is - Just yours to make
It seemed quite hard - But your success
Improved your health - And nothing less
That smoking kills - You now agree
But say "I've stopped" - It won't get me
It may help to print the poem and keep it in your wallet or handbag. It doesn’t take up much room, but is available to warn you of smoking related diseases, whenever you are tempted to light up! You are welcome to include the poem on your web site but a link back to http://naturalhealthforall.com the Natural Health web site would be appreciated.
If you really are dying for a smoke, just remember the Grim Reaper poem, in which he tries to welcome all those who say they are dying for a smoke. The escape route is to stop smoking.
The Grim Reaper Loves Smokers
Dying For A Smoke
Stop smoking NOW - You may have read
'Cos if you don't - You'll soon be dead.
That smoking kills - You can be sure
From this and that - There is no cure
You stumble on - With cough and wheeze
'Tis smoking - Caused your lung disease
Not me you say - My breathings good
Was that my heart - I heard a thud
Can't stop now - It is too late
There is no point - I know my fate
But just a mo' - 'Cause you know what
It's not too late - To stop the rot
There's patches, pills - Advice to take
The effort is - Just yours to make
It seemed quite hard - But your success
Improved your health - And nothing less
That smoking kills - You now agree
But say "I've stopped" - It won't get me
It may help to print the poem and keep it in your wallet or handbag. It doesn’t take up much room, but is available to warn you of smoking related diseases, whenever you are tempted to light up! You are welcome to include the poem on your web site but a link back to http://naturalhealthforall.com the Natural Health web site would be appreciated.
