Upstream (like a salmon).
Mum can competently play a vuvuzela,
Out of the place she has poo-poo failure.
Mum's up for getting fucking cunted,
By blokes who are intellectually stunted.
Unusually pungent stench emitting from your mother's shit-slot,
A rummage around reveals what's what...
A week old salami some bloke had left up there to rot!!
Dad's trouser attributes are absolutely risible,
Fully erect, it's still a long, long way from visible.
Mum's in the bogs,
With low-cogs.
For mum, any treatment of her fanny-warts a no-no,
Between-legs area reminiscent of a 'Clearasil Before-Photo.'
Dad's cunning child ambush plan: foiled
Kids alerted by dad's pungent gens-stench (milk, spoiled)
Charged with gross indecent exposure (of the penis and testicles),
Dad claims he was under the control of extraterrestrials.
A tiny little shiver, a shameful little dither, a penis all a-quiver, a pathetic milky river.
Become a US citizen on April 23rd,
And immediately let loose a large, foul and very watery turd.
