SWEARING
Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:16 am
Hope this ones OK
I was thinking of doing this weeks homework but somehow this popped out. - Terry
SWEARING,
I’ve heard some swearing in my time from experts in that field
and just to show I’m fair, I’ll keep identities concealed.
Old ‘What’s it’ for example was a learned bloke of sorts
but when he started cursing he would darn near melt the quartz.
His eloquence was talked off out in pubs from near and far
and when the amber stuff was flowing; ‘What’s it’ was the star.
He had a perfect rhythm and maintained it all the time,
but like the modern poet, never bothered much with rhyme.
Now with my wife I’m very careful, how I choose a word
and try my best to not let slip the things I might have heard.
For swearing is contagious even for the likes of me
and soon you’re swearing with them as I’m sure you’ll all agree.
I have a mate I fish with, and he knows a word or two,
but most of them are swear words ‘cause he’s evil through and through.
I‘ll leave home cleansed of naughty words determined not to wilt,
but long before much time has passed I’m wracked again with guilt.
There was another chap I knew, we’ll call him ‘Foul Mouth Bill’,
because he always used a word; I’m sure he’d use it still.
He must have known a few words; though he mostly used just one
and never mind the company, for out that word would come.
He had a mate called ‘Tbone’ who was pretty handy too,
until he’s taught a lesson by some Sheila passing through.
He gave his usual mouthful to this gorgeous little pet
and got it back in spades; poor ‘Tbone’s’ not recovered yet.
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T.E. Piggott © 12/10/2010
I was thinking of doing this weeks homework but somehow this popped out. - Terry
SWEARING,
I’ve heard some swearing in my time from experts in that field
and just to show I’m fair, I’ll keep identities concealed.
Old ‘What’s it’ for example was a learned bloke of sorts
but when he started cursing he would darn near melt the quartz.
His eloquence was talked off out in pubs from near and far
and when the amber stuff was flowing; ‘What’s it’ was the star.
He had a perfect rhythm and maintained it all the time,
but like the modern poet, never bothered much with rhyme.
Now with my wife I’m very careful, how I choose a word
and try my best to not let slip the things I might have heard.
For swearing is contagious even for the likes of me
and soon you’re swearing with them as I’m sure you’ll all agree.
I have a mate I fish with, and he knows a word or two,
but most of them are swear words ‘cause he’s evil through and through.
I‘ll leave home cleansed of naughty words determined not to wilt,
but long before much time has passed I’m wracked again with guilt.
There was another chap I knew, we’ll call him ‘Foul Mouth Bill’,
because he always used a word; I’m sure he’d use it still.
He must have known a few words; though he mostly used just one
and never mind the company, for out that word would come.
He had a mate called ‘Tbone’ who was pretty handy too,
until he’s taught a lesson by some Sheila passing through.
He gave his usual mouthful to this gorgeous little pet
and got it back in spades; poor ‘Tbone’s’ not recovered yet.
******
T.E. Piggott © 12/10/2010