Post by Administrator on Oct 10, 2016 20:24:18 GMT
INJUSTICE
I feel for the men who have been cheated
The ones that went through the war
They fought for the process of freedom
And saw all the blood and the gore
They are strapped with a measly old pension
Though they rarely complain
Their pleasure is down at the local
In out of the wind and the rain
Say “good day” to the Landlord
And just settle down with a jar
Tamp on a pipe of tobacco
Relax and smoke in the bar
Now those bloody Do-Gooders
Have ruined the peace of the old
By making them stop what they are doing
And go out for a smoke in the cold
I reckon for all them true smokers
That laid their life on the line
It's a case of selfish injustice
And law ahead of it’s time
The heroes of England like Nelson
Would turn and revolve in their tombs
If they heard of the rule of no smoking
And insult added to wounds..
JE.