Nearly all words can be twisted to say something else :)!

A mother lost her little boy--
'twasn't trouble . . . always joy.
"Dijon Mus Turd!"
In the opera--loud and clear--
she yelled loud so the boy could hear.
"Dijon Mus Turd!"
"These things are private. Must we know?"
"Doesn't your child know where to go?"
"Dijon Mus Turd!"
"Chocolate piece? It'll help you know."
"Hon, e'rybody needs to 'blow'."
"Dijon Mus Turd!"
Now the cast was getting antsy;
'twas distraction from fantasy.
"Dijon Mus Turd!"
The cast intoned and passed the word.
The audience joined . . . so absurd.
"Dijon Mus Turd."
A little girl stood up and said,
"When'er I try, my face turns red."
"Dijon Mus Turd."
"Lady, there's a play onstage."
"This yelling here's an outrage!"
"Dijon Mus Turd!"
"Ma'am, just take him to the men's room.
Don't force him to hurry too soon."
Momma gave up
but, still, a voice rung through the air.
"Momma, I went. Are you there?"

"Momma Mus Turd!"