Have you ever seen those shows When someone is hypnotised And bites happily into an onion Right before your eyes
They munch and crunch this tasty veg Savouring the pungent taste They cannot get enough of it Nothing is left to waste
Can you imagine if on this show Someone was given a little white stick That contained dried out foul smelling leaves Which was lit just like a wick
It was suggested to them for the rest of their life These sticks they must smoke on and on Until all of the hope that they had Like their health and spirit, all gone
Would you believe it possible? Or would this be stretching credulity Far, far beyond its natural limits Into the realm of absurdity