An Ode to C*nt

The only thing I enjoy more than dancing at Romance Writers conventions is writing off-color poetry. Hope you enjoy!

I want a curse word for my c*nt.

A gash, a slash, a juicy bump,

A clit, a slit, a naughty bit,

Words for "down there" like we have for "tit."

Boys' parts sound all tough and strong,

Dick, prick and cock stand proud and long.

But pussy blushes– it's shy and pouts,

It whispers it's name, when I want to shout!

Should I have petals wet with dew?

Or a mysterious forest, or maybe *cough* two?

Is my "grotto" deep, my "chalice" full…

Can I speak of my "barn door" without all the bull?

Freud thought I wanted a penis and sperm,

But I love my privates, just lack the right term.

So I'll argue and clamor for my right to be blunt.

You can keep all your pussy, just leave me my CUNT.