Shorts In A Knot

Naughty, naughty, really naughty
Oh how I love being naughty
Gets everybody's shorts in a knot
When I write humour that's potty

Relax my friends, they're only words
Let's not get all high and mighty
We all partake in potty humour
With some of us it happens nightly

Helps the love play along quite nicely
Besides the searching and hunting
My palms are getting all sweaty now
Feel like bumping and thumping

This is becoming really quite naughty
The censors are gonna have a fit
They'll surely get a big kick out of it first
Then likely they'll ban it from the mix

But if perchance I get past the censors
Got a lot more to send your way
If the “word police” knock on my door
I'll say, “Engleez I no parlay