To think that "codpiece" no longer has any embarrassing connotations

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Long time lurk (via wife), first time post.

So I finally unpacked the fridge poetry and my first effort is printed below.

Our house is currently being renovated and the next day I found that my wife had replaced the word "codpiece" with "puppy".

I thought nothing of it, but today I mentioned it to her and she was quite upset that I'd used "codpiece" on the fridge while we had workmen in. She was embarrassed/didn't think it appropriate.

We've been together eight years and I'm completely at a loss for this, especially given that two of the three workmen are Mexican and don't know what "codpiece" means.

AIBU for thinking this word is totally innocuous these days?

Complete poem (punctuation not included in original):

"You fill up my codpiece with roses,
beseech me to yield up my thing*,
but the damndest of all of my woes is
when you open your lips
& sing."

*she changed "thing" to "ring", which I was fine with as it's equally cheeky.

Fridge poetry - a collection of fairly random words on magnetic strips that you can adjust to suit.

I don't think it's in everyone's house!

Fridge poetry is very 2001, I'd say.

We had a Shakespearian set, a rude set, and a bog standard set.

Our fridge was a nightmare of extremely rude Shakespearian poetry. We forgot about it.

My Mother visited.

Thank you Jeezy. I had no idea - you learn something new on MN every day!

But why would a box of fridge poetry contain the word codpiece? Or has the OP combined the two words, cod and piece ... yes, that must be it

Codpiece, Top of the pops, 1980's or 1990's and blackadder.

Sweaty, fishy bollocks on a fridge full of perishables.

YABU OP.

I'm fairly sure the shakespearian set has codpiece as standard.

"I think I know what a gentleman keeps in his tights"

Well, you either want sexual poetry on your fridge or you don't. The word codpiece is neither here nor there (and makes me think of Blackadder, so silly schoolboy humour, not proper lasciviousness).

Could you interpret the line about singing for me please? Exactly which double entre is intended there?

entendre!

Thanks for all the comments, except all the comments about sweaty fishy bollocks.

I'm over it this morning. I'm going to remove the codpiece for the sake of harmony.

LOL @ COCKadoodledoo

There's no double entendre with "sing". She's just a very bad singer, almost as bad as I am.

Are you posting in her name here?

You can see how, in the context of 'yielding up your thing' from your codpiece, opening her lips would appear sexual...

Anyway, it's your fridge!

Apparently, back in the mists of freezer food history, Birds Eye almost launched a product called.... Battered Cod Pieces. A focus group quickly put them right

My husband is a twat.

Puppy doesn't make sense - if she's going to change your poem she needs to find a suitable word to replace codpiece. She's done well with 'ring' for 'thing' though.

How accurate is the poem? - do you actually wear a codpiece?

Does he Nando????

He is exactly the sort of twat who would wear a codpiece if he could find one. Just to embarrass me.

It would probably be orange.

'Puppy' was all I could find at short notice in our fridge poetry nouns collection (yes, he's separated them all by parts of speech). What would you have preferred? Lust? Breast? Lather? Symphony? Mischance?

You have a a few options here, Nando.

1. Hide the box of fridge poetry completely
2. Remove the words that offend you
3. Buy another box (suitable for DC) and replace all the offensive words with naice words from the 'DC appropriate' box
4. Buy a Spanish one, so that your Mexican workmen know what you're both talking about

None of the words offend me, particularly. But I object to having something fairly suggestive on my fridge when there are strange men working around it, and I am alone in the house with them.

I'm not sure why so many people assume that the workmen can't read/don't understand. Their English is perfectly good.

I have no issue, btw, with his current haiku about sausages.

He's mixed up isn't he? On the one hand he's so anal he arranges the poetry magnets into parts of speech. On the other so abandoned he gaily writes suggestive codpiece poetry and leaves it for the workmen to read. Hmm - I'd be worried

How does the sausage one go?

It's quite good, actually:

In my car
thinking about sausages
I produce drool

Though inaccurate, because he has no car.

I think he's trying to goad the workmen into something, actually. Because about 9 years ago when we first met I had some plumbers in to do some work in my flat and one day after they'd been we found some romantic, evocative, slightly haunting poetry on my fridge that could only have been done by them. In fact, could only have been done by the most blokey, oi-darlin-'ow-about-a-cuppa one of them. DH is obviously hoping to get a similar effort out of José. Or perhaps Gary (or one of the other non-Mexican builders).

Do u mean that u would feel threatened being alone with the workmen in the house, just in case they got so turned on by the codpiece poem that they make unwelcome advances? ! Might they not be able to control their frenzy of lust?

"I am a Tudor in my spare time" - I had to post a LOL at that

Not that I have any spare time :-)

I wish my husband was half that clever..I generally receive via text romantic dittys like..roses are red, violets are blue, I can't wait to stuff you..

Slothlorien - yes! I'm glad someone understands.