Poetry of the damned

In honour of the fascist air slithering about the puri-tyranical, liberal-minded members of Toronto's city council, as well as that of other government groups, alliances and coalitions in any nook, cranny or corner of the globe where smokers have become a doomed homo sapien subspecies, I have composed the following:

A Smoking Limerick for the Big Smoke
Give up my lighter, my ashtray and dearly loved smoke,
For carrots and celery and grilled artichoke?
The thought seems obscene
A PC pipe dream
But it would be nice to stop being broke.