Potty Mouth

When my children were born,
I tried to be caring,
And I swore I would.
Swear off swearing.

But my anecdotes,
Just wouldn’t work,
When I could call my boss,
No more than a jerk.

And the F word,
Couldn’t be duplicated,
In all it’s glory by using,
‘Fornicated’.

The stuff on the floor,
Became just that – stuff,
And the expression shoot,
Not quite strong enough.

It was difficult to give people,
Insulting one liners,
Capped off by calling them penises,
And vaginas.

So I’ll go with ‘fuck off’,
Rather than ‘beat it’,
And hope that my children,
Never repeat it.

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Napowrimo Entry #7

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9 thoughts on “Potty Mouth

  1. You have no idea how much I relate to this post. I’ve tried so @#$%-ing hard to be @#$%-ing prim and @#$%-ing proper. All to no @#$%-ing avail. @#$%.

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