I remember being in a group of people in a tavern. The entertainers in the tavern were about to begin a song of the nature of "Sing me another verse..." To gauge what they could reasonably get away with, they asked if the assembled multitudes if they would like to hear something "mild, double-entendered, risque, filthy, or downright filthy." One of the memories I cannot shake is that of MY OWN MOTHER standing up and calling at the top of her lungs for "downright filthy!" I'd never thought of my Mom as that earthy before.

--Charlie

The youths who haunt movie palaces
Have no need for psychoanalysis
But dear Doctor Freud
Is distinctly annoyed
By their long-standing grasp of their fallacies.