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About This Poem
The Vulgar Speaker parody
My mouth was full of soap when I was very young
I ingested lots of it. I did not hold my tongue
I would cry "sh*t!" or "d@mn!" or "'ell!"
So, I am not at all surprised that my tongue did swell
Little Tommy Dacre was the one I blame
For 'twas he that taught me every vulgar word I claim
Hush Tom! You've corrupted me so hang your head in shame
It shall take more than soap to cleanse your filthy name
My mouth was full of soap and I was feeling morose
And Tom lay sleeping blowing bubbles out his nose
Thousands o sleepers like Joe and Jack and Ned
Also lay sleeping blowing bubbles from their bed
By and by an angel came who had a candied treat
Walked in their rooms and woke them from their troubled sleep
Gave each one some candy that refreshed and soothed their throat
It also washed away the taste that was left there by the soap
Then came a gentile lecture with a soft and loving voice
The kids all then did promise to be much, much better boys
And grandma then told Tommy if he'd be a good little boy
That Santa Claus on Christmas would bring him some new toy
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