does anyone know of any anti-smoking poems? I need it for school to help me out. It's due tomorrow. So, i need it like NOW! thanks so much!

-- stephanie (twinscroo@aol.com), April 11, 1999

Answers

I Fought The Law, an anti-smoking mantra that implored us not to "Smoke the official dope/ A capitalist and communist joke

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), April 12, 1999.

What really killed the dinosaurs?

The smoking lobby's full of power Alas it just increased The parliament has passed a law To say the ban must cease

'The ban?' you say, 'What can it be?' I refer to writing read That says 'Stop smoking, else you may 'by cancer end up dead.'

But now it's changed to read 'Hey you!' 'Now smoking is a boon!' And you're allowed to smoke away In every hall and room

In fact they've passed a law that it's Compulsory to smoke From citizen to president They're lighting up a toke

But, you see, the situation's Not our current time It's the pre Cretaceous era On the geologic line

And by the time the brontosaurus Began to cough and wheeze It was too late for those reptiles They died of lung disease!

So beware the smoking lobby In the anti-smoking war Else we might make the same bad choice That killed the dinosaurs

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), April 12, 1999.

That Crazy Anti-Smoking Beatnik Thing

Village bar be a star Bring your bongo bring your hat being a beat is where it's at

Things have changed all rearranged No longer free to be the you the me they were

Smoking was hot casual, cool filtered or not inhale it deep it hit the spot brought attention your way won't you play with the rest hep cat?

Now the government is in the sack and the cough and the hack your clothes straight from the rack too poor to pay for your cigarette today?

Will it make you less what a mess cramp your style your finesse can you guess what they say about you now you're away from the crowd?

Breathe the air sister fair smoky clothes smoky hair hang with me don't you dare light it up

If you quit lose the fit that kept you sick burned the wick of your life a little faster

Look around up and down on the street on the town in your home lost and found no one missed it

Give it up let it go no one likes the smoke you blow in their faces, in their eyes won't you please compromise? Chew some gum!

So hear me bloke don't you smoke lest you gasp lest you choke while the taxes make you broke for the habit that you toke Is it worth it?

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), April 12, 1999.