Naughty Verses

I'm learning to swear and to curse And to make my poems sound worse and worse But when I shouted, oh f**k It was just my bad luck... I was standing right next to a hearse. So then I thought, oh what the hell, My mind's as unsound as a bell I cried . what a b*gger And scared off a mugger. So here I am with no cr*p in a dell. Is there a future for the pure on the earth For those who don't swear and don't curse? Cor blimey,you're quaint Is you a saint? I almost feel a faint tinge of mirth