Update on my quitting smoking project

Last night a friend suggested that we share

A packet of ten, then went to collect

Another pack of twenty after there

Were none left in the first pack. And I swear

I didn’t want her to, but she gave me

The half-empty pack of twenty to bear

Homewards to finish off myself, ’cause she

Is also quitting with difficulty

Needless to say this had a bad effect

On my longing to give my lungs more air

And less tar. ‘No ta,’ I said, but sadly

Was too weak to resist or to reject

This devilish pact after so much beer