Childhood Obscenities Poem by Phil Soar

'Wash your mouth out', mother said
When dad was not around
'That Language isn't welcome here
so do not make a sound'
She sat me in a corner
With a cap upon my head
A 'D' stitched to the front of it
I wished that she was dead

I guess I was a little young
To use an obscene chant
But I was always prone to that
And liked to have a rant
Usually when I'd been told
I couldn't have my way
I'd shout and scream some blasphemy
And sulk for all the day

If dad had ever known of this
His discipline was hard
He'd hit me with a rolling pin
And throw me in the yard
A place where outside influences
Made me swear some more
I'd kick and shout my feelings out
And lie upon the floor

My tantrums always epic
My mother always right
She'd punish me by saying
The bogey man would come tonight
And yet it didn't stop me
From becoming foul mouthed Phil
I swear now for the fun of it
When I have time to kill!