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!