Faces, and then shit and piss.
Mum and around 150 bogsblokes form an unorthodox polycule
Which gets through an unholy amount of dog stool
There’s a new posthumous treatise from Professor Stephen Hawking
Advancing the theory that Mum’s ‘black hole’ can absorb infinite amounts of porking
Mum's twat: abysmal,
Mum's anus: abysmal.
Your mum couldn't control her continual friggings,
last week when we all met Christopher Biggins.
One can no longer describe there being a marriage,
Between mum's perineum and the rest of her undercarriage.
The local bogs has its own fleet of taxis,
Driving bogs-blokes from their door to mum's poo-axis.
Mum's suffered many vigorous bummings,
From poet e e cummings.
Mum's poo-purse,
Really does represent the end of the universe.
I'm off to see the new film starring Dame Judi Dench,
It's your mum's long-awaited bio-pic entitled 'The Trench.'
Mum prefers the bogs-geezers
That don't 'need tweezers'.
