Vegetable samosa with shit.
Like moths to a flame,
Blokes are drawn to the bogs when mum's on the game.
Mum gives blokes carte blanche,
To poke her lunch.
rectal abomination,
corporal punishment,
bum log flagellation.
Mum's knickers at half-mast due to Big Bloke Barry succumbing mid-sesh to 'dicky ticker'
Eulogy was simple and direct 'truly, there was no one thicker'
Massive quantities of crap being forced into your mum's trap...
Hear the crowds cheer and clap!
Dad’s under surveillance by Special Branch
Because he’s been showing kids his ‘special branch’
Oh for fuck's sake,
Mum's been involved in an appalling bukkake
(she's been 'iced' like a five-tier wedding cake).
The gears of the sex work industry grind smooth,
And mum grinds the blokes' knobs with her poo-groove.
Mum's smiles as she glances back down the queue of bogs-punters;
There are plenty more "bummers" in than "cunters."
Was your dad attempting to communicate with us?
It's noticeable there are very specific areas of the bedroom not covered in shit, piss or puss.
