Butt, Butt You’re Caught
Somehow you knew it,
That you were doing wrong,
Hiding in the bathroom,
It’s not where you belong.
Lighting up those cigarettes,
Puffing on them with your friend,
Being so mischievous,
How could you pretend.
To be such precious kitties,
As I stepped away from home,
Trusting you would both behave,
When I left you all alone.
Now you’re caught in action,
The smell of smoke is in the air,
You’ve made a mess to tend to,
Tell me did you get a scare.
I don’t know how to punish you,
How can I make you see,
That puffing on those cigarettes,
Aren’t healthy for you or me.
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Georg
If Only There Were No More Cigarette's!!
I Love That Pic & Your Poem Too!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
A good one, and also "a good one on me!"
Love, Connie
I caught my kids many times
They also would closed the door
To their room I knew something was up
And told them if you have to hide than you know it’s wrong!
And you’re inviting Mr. Cancer to invade your longs
And also your family
Beautifully writing and expressed concerns on teenage smoking
Brilliant write!
Peace Love and Light….and hugessss too…Morning Star
Dan
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
:)Christine
Love the picture!
I like this sute write!
Okay, I'll admit, I've been guilty too of this too. I've tried it, but never liked it! So I have never become a smoker.
Sandie Angel :o)
Very well penned/illustrated, Rose; brava!
(((HUGS))) to you in Newfieland from Texas~
With much love, your friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Great write Cuz,
hugs
Fee
Edwin