Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of Profanity! For I`ve been known with vulgar slang To stoke the Sacred Fire, And even used a word like `hang`, Suggesting ire. Yea, I`ve been slyly told, although It savours of inanity, In print the ladies often show A failing for profanity. So to delight the dears I try, And often in the past In fabricating sonnets I Have fulminated: `Blast!` I know I shock the sober folk Who doubt my lyric sanity, And readers of my rhyme provoke By publishing profanity, But oh a hale and hearty curse Is very dear to me, And so I end this bit of verse With d— and d— and d—!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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