The Experts tell me, “Write, Sir, what you know.”
Thus I, in all my Wisdom, deem it fit
That from my Keyboard evermore shall flow
Words like “Ass-Hole,” “Bun-Wad,” “Piss,” and “Shit.”
I am not proud; unlearnèd is my Pen,
And finer Language seems but strange to me.
It is a Matter not of “if” but “when”
That I write Verse that speaks of Poop and Pee.
As always, there are those who think me vile,
But when I write this Crap, it makes me smile.