Earworm du jour

For about a week now, Lou and Peter Berryman's song, A Chat With Your Mother has been stuck in my head, ever since I started improvising a new verse during last week's Market load-out. As everyone knows, there's only one way to get rid of an ear worm.

You give it to someone else.

With apologies to Lou and Pete:

There are potters with their spattered aprons, stuck inside their sneakers
With their glasses smeared with stoneware and with iron oxide too
Their hair spiked like a rooster's from the sweat and Gerstley Borate--
It's from them that I'd expect to hear the F-word, not from you!

  We sit down to have a chat
  It's F-word this and F-word that
  I can't control how you young people talk to one another--
  But I don't want to hear you use
  That F-word with your mother!