When Chappie Smokes

When Chappie smokes a cigarwette

     He pulls it from his case

And places it beneath his nose

     With movements full of grace.

He draws a match across his boot

     Of patent leather hue,

Then puffs away until the air

     Becomes a cloud of blue.

When Chappie sokes a cigarwette

     His face takes on a glow

That nothing else could give except

     That cigarette, you know.

His mind is filled with sweet content,

     And that is all, I feah,

But Chappie puffs and puffs away

     And thinks it nothing queeah.

When Chappie smokes a cigarwette

     It is not all in vain;

For while he sucks the dainty woll,

     He cannot suck his cane.

He draws and puffs and puffs away

     Till he is pale and thin;

And when he smokes his cigarwette

     He puts another in.

July 8, ‘01