Matrons of Adelaide

The matrons of Adelaide swear
That language is pure as air
And none of them tuck
A word such as fuck
In sentences that they declare.

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Old Screen Savers

Regardless of OS and hosters
Most all Usenet’s  earliest posters
To save screens from frying
We all had those flying
And diagonal ranks of winged toasters

Ace

Having fun in a derogatory way and getting stuck with “ace” words!

When no one appreciates Mace
He suddenly loses his grace
With bat and with ball
He’s off down the hall
And storms off right outa that place

But what this unobservent Mace
Has failed to observe is that space
Is timeless but ends
In relative bends
And so he falls flat on his face!