?Miss Lucy had a steamboat,The steamboat had a bell.Miss Lucy went to Heaven,The steamboat went to?Hello, Operator, please give me number 9!”?Smelt it, dealt it; denied it, supplied it.”?Milk, milk, lemonade, around the corner fudge is made.”Who doesn’t know ?Milk, milk, lemonade...”? Every adult who ever rode a school bus, or sat on a jungle gym, has heard at least a few of these ?classic” gems. The collection of verse in Pottymouth rides the nostalgic wave, covering everything from underwear poems to the ultimate taunts, silly songs to the basest bathroom humor.Readers from any part of the country will recognize at least a few of these dirty little rhymes. But with the variety of material here, the reader is bound to learn a new one! (Resist the urge to skip rope!)Broken into categories from the classics (?Miss Lucy”) to Anatomy, The Joy of Swearing, Toilet Talk, Underwear, Limericks, and Taunts, this volume is the perfect gift to remind someone of just how old they are!The author confesses ?I grew up on Nantucket with four older sisters and two foul-mouthed neighbors who showed me the ropes of swearing and mockery at an early age. My father, a head chef, would recite bawdy navy poems during slow periods and could string together expletives that might have shocked Gordon Ramsey when things went awry. A few years ago, my younger brother and I took our nephew out for his 13th birthday and were shocked to learn that he couldn’t swear or recite any dirty poems. We taught him a few choice poems and how to play liar’s poker. He’s now a lawyer and sport fishing captain and thanks us for his good start.” Read Less