Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Wholly habitual by Grant Harbison

Pray as I might to St Horace of the orifice
Expletives from my cakehole continue to persist
I know it sounds shocking and utterly absurd
But I just cannot stop using four letter words
The profanity that spews from my wayward gob
Makes me sound like an ill-mannered yob
It’s beyond the pale but purely mechanical
And I know it’s most displeasing for the puritanical
But what can I do?
How do I refrain?
When my vulgar mouth is quicker than my brain

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