Classic Poem

When Phyllis took up cigarettes
I must confess to some regrets
To see the smoke-clouds float above
Those lips so fit for deeds of love;
And for awhile, let me admit,
I fussed and fumed about a bit,
And prayed by all the smiling stars
She'd never take up strong cigars.

But as I watched the airy grace
With which she smoked, and how her face
Lit up with joy when fairy rings
Went flying off on misty wings;
And noted too how daintily
She rolled a cigarette for me,
I ceased to fuss, and fume, and choke,
And let my wrath go up in smoke.

And now together as we stray
Along life's pleasant primrose way
We send forth little rings that rise
In linked chains up to the skies —
One ring from her, one ring from me,
Thus are they linked alternately —
A token proving with what art
We've each acquired the " Smoker's Heart. "