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Get back inside non-smoker.
Get back inside, non-Smoker,
usurper,you encroacher,
into our smoggy exile.
You never came out in the early days,
when we shivered in huddles,in pissing down rain.
We`d be freeZing ,outside with soggy fags.
You`d be inside,minding the bags.
When we returned,wet feet,and goose pimples,
you`d look at us pittyingly,as though we were simple.
Then came shelters,
patio heaters,
piped music,
wicker two seaters.
The length of the time we spent out there grew,
instead of one fag,we might have two.
But it didn`t take long,
we could see it brewing,
your heads bobbing out,
to see what we`re doing.
Then out you come,drinks in hand,
to stand in the fug,with our merry band.
You got what you wanted,nice clean air,
with your "phwar, pooh"and your
"kher kher kher" (cough)
So get back inside, non-smoker,
you healthy interloper,
into our smokey quarantine.
usurper,you encroacher,
into our smoggy exile.
You never came out in the early days,
when we shivered in huddles,in pissing down rain.
We`d be freeZing ,outside with soggy fags.
You`d be inside,minding the bags.
When we returned,wet feet,and goose pimples,
you`d look at us pittyingly,as though we were simple.
Then came shelters,
patio heaters,
piped music,
wicker two seaters.
The length of the time we spent out there grew,
instead of one fag,we might have two.
But it didn`t take long,
we could see it brewing,
your heads bobbing out,
to see what we`re doing.
Then out you come,drinks in hand,
to stand in the fug,with our merry band.
You got what you wanted,nice clean air,
with your "phwar, pooh"and your
"kher kher kher" (cough)
So get back inside, non-smoker,
you healthy interloper,
into our smokey quarantine.
Published 24th Feb 2010
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24th Feb 2010 4:22pm
...interesting perspective. Nearly all of my friends smoke, I end up sat by myself inside, which kinda sucks. As a non-smoker, I find I'm excluded from the social circle sometimes, which is exactly what you're talking about. Bit harsh, I always went out in the early days, before the patio heaters, lol. Enjoyed the poem though, interesting.
16th Feb 2012 9:02am
Smoking is such a social thing, I like the way you've applied segregation to smoking. Non-Smokers like heathens on the porch*(Not that I have anything against Heathens).
26th Jun 2014 3:26am
I really liked this, it was an interesting perspective to write a poem from
