Love of poetry sometimes overrides concerns of propriety, as in the implications of gender confusion in the sonnets of William Shakespeare and the suggestions that William Blake might have been talking about a red-hot female in his poem about the tiger. So perhaps it might overcome offences to elegant sensitivities--and keep me from getting kicked off FR--if I merely substitute blank spaces for offensive words, leaving the substance of the poem to the imagination of the reader.
Love of great poetry has brought me to the brink of incaution. Dare I throw myself to the winds?
Okay. I'll throw.
Here goes:
Stranger things have come to pass
Than being identified by one's ___,
Yet fitting for the leftist twit,
So like an ___, so full of ____.
There.
What do you think?
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