Plain Speak
Blizzards!, My Gizzards!,
This Blustering Bloke,
Keeps Mustering Mayhems With Words That He Spoke,
Great Snakes!, Eureka! and Holy Cow! Too,
Crimey! and Gadzooks! and A Tempestuous Toodle-Doo!,
Shazam! and Golly Willikers! with a Pinch of Vamoose!
Scram!, Gosh Damn!, and a Final Sacre Bleu!
Copyright © Donald Reith | Year Posted 2012
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