In common venacular,

It is not thought polite.

Those of Puritan ears,

At hearing may take flight.

Have you one left to give?

Or have you used your last?

Perhaps you never even had one,

But when you’re ready, It will blast!

A word is but a word,

“Barks” a dog, “quacks” a duck.

But nothing covers more ground,

Than my ever loving “fuck”!