Introduction

One needn't be gross; a scalpel can be as deadly as a sabre.

Refined Reproof

I say, old chap, I must protest
Your utter lack of class.
But I am not permitted words
Like "S.O.B." and "ass."

So I can't call you what I would,
The words are not polite,
But this is what I hope occurs
When you are nude tonight;

May your mother slip her leash
And, foaming at the mouth,
Bite your Northern Hemisphere(s)
While you are facing South.

Copyright; Tad Lawson
Email: tagady@aol.com