The child is father of the man
Despite advice he continued to smoke
For his justification thus he spoke:
“Evils of smoking no stressed
In my childhood none so advised
Impossible to stop as habits die hard
Though my health does it retard”
Loud he laughed before the final puff
The butt he tossed with a deafening cough
Watching all this was his little son
Smoking, he was convinced, was good fun
On public display was his father he wanted to fill
His tiny lungs to have some thrill
Sprang his father with a furious yell –
What he wasn’t taught, he loudly complained
To teach his own son he miserably failed!
-MOHAMAD KHALEEL-