Censored

The first time I was censored,
I was young and quite precocious.
I wrote of Harry’s stinky breath,
With my new word—“halitosis.”

My mother usually cheered me on,
But called that poem “not nice.”
She made me rip it up at once—
The thrill was worth the price.

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