POEM – Swearing or not.
I thought about a poem and then decided not,
It’s about swearing, and whether we can or not.
You don’t need to use those colourful words
COS’ It shows you’ve lost the plot.
Now I was bought up, not to swear at all,
but at school its learning to
well learning of a sort,
then asking is that true?
I went home with this word,
I learnt it from my friend,
And thought I was so big
I tried it on me mam.
I couldn’t wait to tell me mam
This new word I now know,
And rushed in through the door
Screaming this word as loud as I could go.
She stepped back in a shock
Her hands up to her face,
And shouted back, where did you learn that
And said Tommy, he’s out the back.
She stormed out into the back
I thought this does not look good,
Cos’ what ever she’s about to do
was completely misunderstood.
Tommy was sent home in tears
And told to see his mam,
And turned to me in tears
I broke down and fell into a lump.
She picked me up, and looked at me
I was sobbing, all the time,
And all she said was you can’t say that,
Not in these unusual times.
I never said that word again
And me and mum came closer
As I learnt a valuable lesson then
My mum should be my coach.
As a gauge I now have found,
would you say that to your mum?
And if the answer is, NO?
Then don’t use it…….
Moral of the story.
My mum is now older
We still laugh about that day.
And I now have kids of my own
dreading when my kids come home.
I know this day is coming
Its all a part of growing up.
But can you prepare yourself for this?
Well, I hope you can.
By the way the word was “sh*t” and should have said “poo”
But used the way I did,
I had a sh*t in class today?
I forgot to mention, I was only THREE,
and used the “big toilet and step” for the very first time.
David Simpson.
30/07/2022.