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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.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Profane Poet

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2285 reads)
Oh how it would enable me...

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--!

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