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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—!