Still Life With Mother, Child And Bar Of Soap Poem by Bryan Corbett

when I was just a little boy
saying curse words, I so enjoyed
with such ease from my mouth they fell
and if you didn't like it, why, you could go to hell

my mother, however, hated such words
spewing forth from her little boy's mouth
never would she hesitate with a bar of soap
hoping that she might wash them all out

and don't you know, it finally stuck
to this very day I still can't think
of a single word word that
rhymes with stuck