The First Cigarette

I was a woman Glamorous, sparkling, With eyes that shone, guarding secrets untold, Lips that were petulant, pouting and bold With a body moulded to gentleman's delight And pedicured toe-nails shining and bright. I patronized night clubs, Danced until three. And hundreds of men Were mad about me. Then in a panic My dream began to cool, I mashed out the cigarette And was late for school.