Potty Mouth Poem by Craig Turner

Out the corner of each eye,
I see you sharpening your teeth,
Your bubbling up,
Preparing a reef,
Like a volcano erupting,
Spewing up a vocal blow.

A little pot of simmering rage,
Can go a long way,
Boling over havoc and dismay.

Diffusing the situation,
Someone's left the room,
Walking through the noise the confusion,
Wait till the molten diffuses,
Your potty mouth with sharpened teeth,
Causing dismay.

A little pot of simmering rage,
Can go a long way,
Boling over havoc and dismay.

A lizard tongue creeps around the corner,
Making its presence known,
I dont know what I've done.

A little pot of simmering rage,
Can go a long way,
Boling over havoc and dismay,
Your potty mouth,
Has ruined my day.