For blokes entering the bogs, there's one very clear route,
And that's into mum's cubicle and straight up her poo-chute.
When dad considers the differences between adults and kids,
First to mind is that their willies are so much bigger than his.
Mum's all 'fingers and thumbs,'
Putting bogs-blokes willies up her bums.
Mum's giving blokes a free spin,
On her poo-doom, fuck-bin.
Sexually, dad's still wearing L Plates,
Mum? In the bogs, twat 'n' bum maxed-out "dinner plates."
You won't ever see mum "bottling,"
A 3 litre Coke "bottling."
When your dad spunks,
It's always in his trunks.
Dad's a notable failure
In the field of 'having discernable genitalia'
Messy scenes, as blokes no longer adhering to Covid protocol,
When attempting to access Mum's Xmas X-Hole.
Mum is beside herself with rage,
Due to blokes still being in 'semi stage.'
