My Misspeak

(Limericks in Force for Speech Most Coarse)

It's time for a self-made critique,
Right after a profane blue streak.
I hope no one heard
That decadent word,
When then without thought I did speak.

Frustration had put me in pique,
Midway through an awful-long week.
Then something absurd
Made my speech so unslurred.
Directly, not just tongue-in-cheek.

I should have just snapped shut my beak
And uttered not one single squeak.
I knew afterward,
My conscience was spurred,
For my censorship had sprung a leak.

Perhaps I will sound like a freak,
But language most foul seems to reek.
I've always preferred
To leave it unheard,
But now I my own tongue must tweak.

(I'm only half-kidding here. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Living and learning....)