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Everyone has little 'code words' for something or another. As children my siblings and I would have our mouth 'washed out' for using four letter words so a neighbor (Public and Sunday School teacher) gave us 'code words' to use instead.
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Daff Ignitions: Fiss-fudgit
Sandra S. Corona

The hammer hit my thumb instead of that darn nail!
Fiss-fudgit!
Used Granny's outhouse. Suffiocated on the smell!
Fiss-fudgit!
Went boating and fishing ... fingers got hooked. I yelled!
Fiss-fudgit!
Wanted to throw a coin, wallet fell down the well.
Fiss-fudgit!
At the beach cut toes on broken shell.
Ate so much I swelled up like a whale.
Momma said I was born with a tail,
ate like a monkey. She smiled; I wailed!
Fiss-fudgit!

Fiss-fudgit with a grin.
Now, as then, and you win!
With a clear imagination
entertain a congregation
as if you've no aggravation.
Clowning is an occupation
where you use imagination
for all others' fascination.
Fiss-fudgit isn't sin.

Hit with ruler to sit straight, learned, 'Don't race, show grace!'
Fiss-fudgit!
'Words from the gutter seldom have a time or place.'
Fiss-fudgit!
(A bar of soap in one's mouth is much worse than mace!)
Fiss-fudgit!
Sprained my ankles, grabbed a wheelchair. 'Finish the race.'
Fiss-fudgit!
Walked downtown ... skirt tucked in panty waist.
Child vegetarian ... meat, no taste!
Sold grass seed but gave 'BIRD' seed--a case!
Yearned to laugh, became a clown ... loved face!
Fiss-fudgit!

Fiss-fudgit with a grin.
Now, as then, and you win!
With a clear imagination
entertain a congregation
as if you've no aggravation.
Clowning is an occupation
where you use imagination
for all others' fascination.
Fiss-fudgit isn't sin.

Bank employed with a warning: "Careful what you say!"
Fiss-fudgit!
Told: 'shread cash'. Threw it out to their dismay.
Fiss-fudgit!
Momma used to shout: "Don't move till I say you may!"
Fiss-fudgit!
Auditioned. Told to 'stand here', 'stay'. Missed role, the play.
Fiss-fudgit!
Always pushed. Folks say, "You're in my way."
Others laughing, I watch ... feet of clay.
Never asked to go. Mom would say, 'Nay.'
Am happy to fantasize all day.
Fiss-fudgit!

Fiss-fudgit with a grin.
Now, as then, and you win!
With a clear imagination
entertain a congregation
as if you've no aggravation.
Clowning is an occupation
where you use imagination
for all others' fascination.
Fiss-fudgit isn't sin.