Not Real Cuss Words Poem by Michael Gale

You might see of Me, these words that fly
Straight fro' mouth, do or die?
Not quite the cuss words heard uttered fro' Man.
Just silly or lame expletives, the ones that can.

Can seem to offend the ears of young?
Loudly yelled, or wildly sung.

Not real bad words, be They bad
Only said when might We be sad, or mad.

These words can zip.
Straight from lip.

Faster than an over sized gulp.
Hurting, or even seem to be maiming,
as in a smashed up pulp.

More juicier, than the last.
More louder than a sonic, blast.

Non cussing words, yet they be.
Unchosen as unsweetened tea.
Badly tasting as a Bee's stinging, be.