if ever there was a day, to ball up and throw away this is it,
   ever had one of those times, when all intentions cause a fit,
           had a choice cigar, that crumbled when I opened it,
                  a good thing I gave up smoking, yup I did quit,
                     good things happen to everyone else a bit,
                              things happy, more than me, don't fit
                                         happy go lucky me, into a widget,
                                                    got to make them job, I'd quit,
                                                          to taste the air free and clean,
                                                               taste the wine, white and lean,
                                                                        the day was rotten,
                                                                              day best forgotten,
                                                                                     best of me was
                                                                                            of course emptied
                                                                                                coarsely on to the street
                                                                                                              on the ice sheet,
                                                                                                                    the road rash will heal
                                                                                                                          road salt in a wound
                                                                                                                                 assaulted by a road.