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Wanton Consonants

This is a poem to warn you of the licentiousness,

the lewdness, the lasciviousness and downright

wickedness of language, especially,

the evil consonants.

 

Consider, for example, the subtle sibilant 's', seemingly innocuous,

but the consonant first heard in ***  

And take the letter 'l', standing up *****

the stiff one in this lustful alphabet.

All boys know about the upright 'l',

as in blind, which they'll go if they play with it

too much, double 'l', well, they'll end up in hell.

 

The consonant 'b' stands for *** of course,

everyone knows 'b' for ***

the bold, barefaced, brazen one,

or, on all fours, raised up, the buttocks form an 'm',

with an inverted 'v' between the legs.

And 'c'!  'C' stands for - for,  no, no.  I can't.

Let's just say 'c' is curled up, crafty, by the coccyx, where it lurks,

cramped and damp, hopefully curtailed.

And 'p'.  Well, 'p' is 'p', just as bad as 's' 'h' with a 't'.

And what about  'f'? Don't worry, I'll give that one the flick, dead quick.

'f' starts a word that's totally perverted.

If you think I'll use the 'f' and add the 'c' 'k',

you'll have to wait another day.

Then contemplate spreadeagled 'x',

the final letter in the word of ***

These consonants are wanton.

'W' has its legs up in the air. 'w' is wild and wet. Wicked, wicked.

'n' is bent over.  Naughty, naughty!

 

And 'y', why, 'y's the legs together and the ***** area.

Also, be wary of people who like the 'g' spot in there a lot,

also those who roll their 'r's too much

and others who lash out with s and m.

'r' and 'g' and 's' and 'm' end up in ******

 

I believe the higher incidence of ****** offence is due to the influence

of consonants.  It's no coincidence. The evidence is that ***********

is social as well as ****** of course,

and there's a preponderance of consonants in ***********

Such coitus should be interruptus

before these consonants totally corrupt us.

 

Now, the only course for moral rectitude

against such a sinful attitude with the grossest moral turpitude

is vigilance. With discipline and diligence,

we must become the moral militants

in the fight against the sibilants,

the awful incidence of decadence,

and the absence of innocence,

that's the evil consequence

of all the cunning consonants.

Otherwise incontinence with consonants

will be forever on our conscience!

 

Now. Think of every ***** word you can. This sin will be absolved in heaven!

Yes, ******** has five consonants, testicles has six and ************ seven!

Gynecological has eight, fresh spermatozoa ten and prosthetic devices eleven!

Repent! Repent! Redemption lies with you.  

It's true!  Think of it! If you eschew the consonants in all evil or ugly,

you'll be left with the purity of 'a', 'e', 'i' 'o' 'u'.

 

Mike T Minehan

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mike-t-minehan
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Oct 31, 2012
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Yeah, I know. This is a very silly poem, and I have no idea when it came from. But sometimes I like visualizing language, and here I've visualized some of the alphabet instead...

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