Smokin'
gies ye cancer,
It
won't make ye a dancer.
Ye'll
cough and choke,
And
maybe boke,
And
go tae Hell much faster.
It
makes a rotten stink,
Sae
foul ye cannae think,
It's
CO2
Just
goes right through,
And
turns yir blood tae blue.
A while since I wrote this, I wasn't sure whether to put up something written in the Lallans, but here we go. Must be feeling bold.
The info about high Co2 levels in smoker's blood comes from a crime novel by Patricia Cornwell, in which autopsy results are discussed, and it is unclear whether the vic was asphyxiated or had just been having a smoke!
Don't remember the name of the book.
'Boke' is the Scots equivalent of 'puke'.
On a related theme:
http://stephen-wylie.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/smoking-joy-for-life.html
http://stephen-wylie.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/smoking-in-rain.html
The info about high Co2 levels in smoker's blood comes from a crime novel by Patricia Cornwell, in which autopsy results are discussed, and it is unclear whether the vic was asphyxiated or had just been having a smoke!
Don't remember the name of the book.
'Boke' is the Scots equivalent of 'puke'.
On a related theme:
http://stephen-wylie.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/smoking-joy-for-life.html
http://stephen-wylie.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/smoking-in-rain.html
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