A lexeme nonpareil, though one that’s stuck
With so much baggage there’s a yen to chuck
It out with more archaic words. So cluck
Your tongue no more: it has been struck,
From my vocabulary, I shall buck
The trend to use profanity amok,
As if in time I had become unstuck-
And so it goes, with bravery and pluck.
But oh, to do without: am I a schmuck
Who arbitrarily discards a shuck
That might prove valuable? I have been struck
With crippling doubt, though I’m an honest Puck.
Perhaps no-one will notice what I’ve snuck
In by omission, with a bit of luck.
For the PRF
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Yeah, I saw what you did there…
Who, me? *bats eyelashes innocently*