Dimensional portal-tear piss.
Sometimes, in the hours before dawn, mum's in reflective mood,
And thoughts wander to just how profoundly she's been poo-screwed.
Your genitals are in entirely the wrong place
Dad begs penis assessors to extrapolate,
But unfortunately, even his starting point is not great.
Dad? genitally, rather "under-gunned",
Und, sexually moribund.
From the side of common decency dad defected,
As he realised it was only within playgrounds that his willy erected.
Your father's been many-fucked by every kind of appliance,
now wishing he'd paid attention:
'A' Level Bum Science.
Mum fondly recalls long summers working the public bogs of Montpellier;
There were some seriously big fella there.
When mum's cunt stinks of tuna,
Blokes really start to cum too soon(a).
Mum plans to start the New Year as she means to go on,
Getting bogs-reamed by blokes with enormous lob-on.
In a dark corner of the men's, it's hard to know where your shit starts or my jizz ends.
