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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
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Profane Poet

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3887 reads)
In olden days if you were rash

Profane Poet

In olden days if you were rash
    Enough to print a swear,
You used a letter and a dash
    To indicate your "dare";
The Grandmama would shake her head,
    Ad Cousin May would blush,
And if the cuss-word father said
    Mama would murmur: "Hush."

But nowadays in printer's ink
    If I said dash and hang,
And asterisk, the ladies think
    My verse is lacking tang.
The naughty words I must express -
    Ah! things get wuss and wuss:
A poem's not complete unless
    It coruscates a cuss.

Well, to the fair sex I comply,
    Though sadly  am I loth;
To no sweet dame could I deny
    A good old-fashioned oath.
A bard of bald profanity
    Reluctantly I am. . . .
Reproachful Reader, pity me -
    Oh blast and dash and d--n!

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