It's the International Thin Willy Championships, and once again dad's determined,
Not to be out-thinned.
I suppose it's ironic,
That dad's dad's willy was thick.
Mum's getting poo-hammered in the portaloo of a covered market by an art exhibition fraudulently claiming to be the works of Henri Matisse;
Dad? Wanking geese.
Mum permanently wears the scents,
Of the public gents.
Coke can bottom silhouette tattoed by the entrance to mum's 'mudslide'
Bearing the legend 'you must be at least this thick to ride'
Your mum's suffered a barrage of different pokes,
especially from the entire cast of 'Different Strokes'.
Go to your genitourinary clinic appointment with a banana, two plums and a tub of cottage cheese stuffed down the front of your pants
Jack be nimble, Jack me quick,
Jack fuck mum with a prick that's thick.
Strain.
Pain.
Stain.
...Again?
Bogs-blokes are in love,
With how mum's poo-pipe *never* fits like a glove.
