This is a LESSON on something that must LESSEN.
Right after a profane blue streak.
I hope no one heard
That decadent word,
When then without thought I did speak.
Midway through an awful-long week.
Then something absurd
Made my speech so unslurred
Directly, not just tongue-in-cheek.
And uttered not one single squeak.
I knew afterward,
My conscience was spurred,
For my censorship had sprung a leak.
But language most foul seems to reek.
I’ve always preferred
To leave it unheard,
But now I my own tongue must tweak.