Everyone has a smoker’s story
In this poem, I’ll tell you mine
Of facing the deadly parental fury
When caught committing this crime
Oh joy! Papa caught me with a cigarette in my hand
And slapped my younger brother, it was grand!
It happened many years ago
When I was young, just thirteen
I took to smoking to look macho
It was fun, I would strut and preen
Oh joy! Papa caught me with a cigarette in my hand
And slapped my younger brother, it was grand!
With friends I was strutting near the mall
Smoking, eyeing girls, having a ball
Papa was standing there with his colleague
He glared, and stunned, I stared, oh it was crazy
Oh joy! Papa caught me with a cigarette in my hand
And slapped my younger brother, it was grand!
In an effort to vanish without a trace
I blew a smokescreen – into his face
He turned and walked away in a fume
And I mourned my upcoming doom
Oh joy! Papa caught me with a cigarette in my hand
And slapped my younger brother, it was grand!
That night I sat shamefaced, Papa, he raved
Mom wept, my pesky brother – he laughed
Furiously, Papa turned and slapped him
Yelling, “He’s a loser, don’t you dare join him!”
Oh joy! Papa caught me with a cigarette in my hand
And slapped my younger brother, it was grand!
by Ritu Lalit

Corporate Executive, Mother, Writer, Poet, born in New Delhi, writes everywhere, Ritu Lalit writes to escape the humdrum. Her short stories have been published in the prescribed text books by CBSE for Class XII students.
Visit her blog, Weaving a Web at www.phoenixritu.com
great poem... throughout i kept wondering why does the younger brother get slapped :):)
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That was fantastic!!!! And a real twist in the end :)
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