At 3 years old I remember running into the other room to show everyone my new word
“****” I said. “****”
I was so pleased at myself. I was a big boy. I knew loads of words.
I went everywhere saying “****”
Anywhere I went inside and outside the house “****”
They couldn’t stop me saying “****”
Even writing this I am tempted to say “****”
Grandmother Saves the day
My Grandmother took me to one side.
She was telling me a secret. I felt special.
I knew an even better word.
I ran into the next room, shouting :
I was a big boy.
Are you blonkers?
What’s your favorite vegetable replacement for a swear word?
Can I recommend “kumquat the fig off?”