Like an inexorable force of gravity
Blokes are drawn to Mum’s favourite public lavatory.
Dad's hanging around at the Chiswick fruit and veg stall,
popping cock out of clementines to universal 'appall'.
Office temp dad's got the axe,
For attempting to molest kids by fax.
No one's sure if it signifies despair or hope,
When mum starts chewing on the block of urinal soap.
It's amazing how often mum emotionally 'crash lands,'
Into the arms of several sex-starved farmhands.
Visible from space (like the Great Wall of China):
Queue of bog-blokes waiting for a go on Mum's arse/vagina
Occasionally, mum reasserts the bogs ground rules:
There needs to be pricks that are thicks, piss, and, of course, stools.
Mum’s very much like the Panama Canal
Inasmuch as over 100,000 sailors annually seek passage (anal)
Dad's studying his balls in the barely reflective metalic mirror in the gents.
Then sadly announces;
"What a dazzling display of scrotal disfigurements".
Mum's having her tits cubed by pound for pound greatest boxer, Manny Pacquiao;
Leading to her busted bum ending up strewn all over a square mile of Slough.
