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Lyr Req: Poem about giving up smoking

Chris Amos 13 Jan 02 - 11:34 AM
jeffp 14 Jan 02 - 08:52 AM
Dave the Gnome 14 Jan 02 - 09:00 AM
GUEST 14 Jan 02 - 10:17 AM
GUEST,A different one 14 Jan 02 - 10:23 AM
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Subject: Poem about giving up smoking
From: Chris Amos
Date: 13 Jan 02 - 11:34 AM

Hi,

I read the thread about the price of cigarettes with the self-satisfied glow that someone who has given up for 4 years can feel. I was reminded of a poem I heard on the radio when I was giving up, I believe it was written by the English comic actor Allister Sims Alastair Sim.

It starts off...

MY WORD I DO FEEL HEALTHY

....and goes on to describe all the agonies of giving up the dreaded weed in a very amusing way.

I would like to show this to Angela who is going through the process at present but I have been unable to find it anywhere.

If anyone has the words or could point me in the right direction I would be grateful.

Best regards

Chris


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Subject: RE: BS: Poem about giving up smoking
From: jeffp
Date: 14 Jan 02 - 08:52 AM

refresh


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Subject: RE: BS: Poem about giving up smoking
From: Dave the Gnome
Date: 14 Jan 02 - 09:00 AM

Had a look but couldn't find anything - If you want to search more the correct spelling of his name is Alistair Alastair Sim, btw. Hope this helps.

Cheers

Dave the Gnome


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Subject: RE: BS: Poem about giving up smoking
From: GUEST
Date: 14 Jan 02 - 10:17 AM

The only one that comes to mind is the Miriam Karlin song,if you do a search for "I'll give up the habit" you'll find a thread on it


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Subject: Lyr Add: NO SMOKING, PLEASE!
From: GUEST,A different one
Date: 14 Jan 02 - 10:23 AM

NO SMOKING, PLEASE!

One of my bygone recollections
As I recall the days of yore
Is the little house, behind the house
With the crescent over the door

'Twas a place to sit and ponder
With your head bowed down low;
Knowing that you wouldn't be there
If you didn't have to go.

Ours was a three-holer
With a size for every one
You left there feeling better
After your usual job was done.

You had to make these frequent trips
Whether snow, rain, sleet, or fog --
To the little house where you usually
Found the Sears-Roebuck catalog.

Oft times in dead of winter
The seat was covered with snow
'Twas then with much reluctance
To the little house you'd go.

With a swish you'd clear the seat
Bend low, with dreadful fear
You'd blink your eyes and grit your teeth
As you settled on your rear.

I recall the day Granddad
Who stayed with us one summer
Made a trip to the shanty
Which proved to be a hummer.

'Twas the same day my dad
Finished painting the kitchen green.
He'd just cleaned up the mess he's made
With rags and gasoline.

He tossed the rags in the shanty hole
And went on his usual way
Not knowing that by doing so
He would eventually rue the day.

Now Granddad had an urgent call
I never will forget!
This trip he made to the little house
Lingers in my memory yet.

He sat down on the shanty seat
With both feet on the floor
Then filled his pipe with tobacco
And struck a match on the outhouse door.

After the tobacco began to glow
He slowly raised his rear,
Tossed the flaming match in the open hole
With no sign of fear.

The blast that followed, I am sure,
Was heard for miles around;
And there was poor ol' Granddad
Just sitting on the ground.

The smoldering pipe was still in his mouth.
His suspenders he held tight.
The celebrated three-holer
Was blown clear out of sight.

When we asked him what had happened.
His answer I'll never forget.
He thought it must be something
That he had recently et!

Next day we had a new one
Which my Dad built with ease,
With a sign on the entrance door
Which read: No Smoking, Please!

Now that's the end of the story
With memories of long ago
Of the little house, behind the house
Where we went 'cause we had to go!

[found online]


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Subject: Lyr Add: TOBACCO (Graham Lee Hemminger)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 14 Jan 02 - 11:35 AM

From www.tobacco.org:

Tobacco is a dirty weed. I like it.
It satisfies no normal need. I like it.
It makes you thin, it makes you lean,
It takes the hair right off your bean.
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen.
I like it.
--Graham Lee Hemminger, Penn State Froth, Tobacco, 1915


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Subject: RE: BS: Poem about giving up smoking
From: Chris Amos
Date: 15 Jan 02 - 02:05 AM

Nice on A different one,

Thanks for the help, I'll keep on looking

Chris


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