“That’ll Cure Ya”
Curious when Dad placed
a pinch of Copenhagen between
his lip and gum
Asked me, “Try some?”
Put the snus in my mouth and advised
“Don’t swallow it”
No sooner spoke those words
than i choked, sending
that sweet moist tobacco down my throat
Promptly turned grasshopper green &
puked on the kitchen floor—
My gawd, never been that sick before
No more tobacco for me
*I was eight years old at the time