I couldn't breathe or sleep at night.

Tired eyes are not a pretty sight.

I huffed and puffed when I worked out,
My lungs so weak I couldn't shout.

Clouds of smelly smoke surrounded me,

I smelt a lot, like a burning teepee.

Everywhere I smoked, people would glare,

And it wasn't that I wouldn’t share.

It was all that talk, about second hand smoke.
That’s what made them mad, all them folk.

I feared one day I'd burn the house down.
...and so I quit, no more butts can be found!