Some people say I am the best at swearing,
With pointy, poky emphasis, on the syllables I'm airing,
With the '..at', and the '..it' and the '..ick' and the '..uck'
Sometimes all that comes out out of my mouth is just muck....
Pronouncing the words, I take pride in my 'slang',
I can swear better, than any youth gang!
I think I've must have the right shaped gob,
For the finest expletives, I'm just the job...
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