Joe the Smoker (poem)

Joe the Smoker

Joe took up smoking

When he was young.

His friends told him,

That it was fun.

 

Joe thought that smoking

Made him look cool,

But in truth,

He was a fool.

 

His lungs collapsed,

And his health failed,

Things went bad,

And poor joe wailed.

 

He collapsed and died,

His family cried.

“He only lasted forty years”.

They said as they sobbed,

Though their tears.

 

Learn a lesson,

From Joe our friend.

Smoking kills you,

In the end.

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