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by Jaeger » Thu Feb 23, 2006 1:14 pm
ODE TO THE FOUR-LETTER WORDS
Banish the use of the four-letter words
Whose meanings are never obscure;
The Angles and Saxons, those bawdy old birds,
Were vulgar, obscene and impure.
But cherish the use of the weaseling phrase
That never quite says what you mean;
You'd better be known for your hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure or obscene.
When nature is calling, plain speaking is out
When the ladies, God bless 'em, are milling about
You may pee-wee, make water or empty the glass
You can powder your nose, even Johnny can pass
Shake the dew off the lily, see a man about a dog
Or, when everyone's soused, it's condensing the fog
But please to remember, if you would know bliss
That only in Shakespeare do characters piss.
So cherish the use of the weaseling phrase
That never quite says what you mean;
You'd better be known for your hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure or obscene.
Now a woman has bosoms, a bust or a breast
Those lily-white swellings that bulge 'neath her vest
They are towers of ivory, sheaves of new wheat
In moments of passion, ripe apples to eat.
You may speak of her nipples as fingers of fire
With hardly a question of raising her ire
But by Rabbelais' beard, she will throw several fits
If you speak of them roundly as good, honest tits.
So cherish the use of the weaseling phrase
That never quite says what you mean;
You'd better be known for your hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure or obscene.
Though a lady oppose your advance, she'll be kind
As long as you intimate what's on your mind.
You may tell her you're hungry, you need to be swung
You may ask her to see how your etchings are hung
Or mention the ashes that need to be hauled
Put the lid on her saucepan, even 'lay' is not too bald
But the moment you're forthright, get ready to duck
For the girl isn't born yet who'll stand for 'Let's fuck.'
So cherish the use of the weaseling phrase
That never quite says what you mean;
You'd better be known for your hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure or obscene.
So let's banish the words that Elizabeth used
When she was queen virgin and itched on her throne
The modern maid's virtue is easily bruised
On meeting the four letter words all alone.
Let your morals be loose as an alderman's vest
If your language is weaseling, vague and obscure
Today not the act but the word is the test
Of the vulgar, salacious, illegal, impure.
So cherish the use of the weaseling phrase
That never quite says what you mean;
You'd better be known for your hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure or obscene.
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--Jaeger
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