(Found myself perusing ancient lists of things I’ve written, and often completely forgotten about, both the piece and the reason for writing it. This is one such.)

Some things suck,
passing the buck,
runs of bad luck,
splashed by a truck,
slime and guck,
people that don’t give a fuck,
those things are Yuck.
But then there’s some,
your dear old mum,
your favourite chum,
the taste of plum,
a place to cum,
a rhythmic drum,
a guitar’s strum,
those things are Yum.
(If any of this leave you pissed,
well go ahead, make your own list…)