Dicussing… (call it poetic license)

When you have a discussion,

And you both are a’fussin,

You do curse up a streak,

Out of your mouth you have sprung a leak,

You are not anymore discussing,

You are now actually DI-Cussing…

Came to me on whim and a swear,

Kinda like a wing and a prayer,

Glad I am that I have so much hair,

Otherwise my brains would just gush out,

Making otherwise sane people stop and stare…

What more can be said,

About this word without beating it to be dead,

Had to make that line rhyme Better Dead than Read,

Oh my, that could be a Freudian slip,

Lets not go there, unless you want a fat lip…J

                        © ed ~ 10/22/04