The buck-toothed youth was so uncouth, he swore with regularity
They banned him from the playground, as he swore with so much clarity
And when he reached the classroom, he made it very clear
That school was just for a-holes, and he beamed from ear to ear
But random words of blasphemy were not that welcome there
And classmates couldn't take the constant swear words everywhere
They tried to tame his nature, and made friendly observations
But he was so uncouth that he just swore in conversations
And then one day, he went to church, and swore in front of god
He was struck down, in the churchyard ground, what an unlucky sod! .
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