Fart into my iris.
Dad's favoured choice of apparel, Is alarmingly similar to that worn by Jimmy Savile.
Usually 10p gets a 'Wham Bar' or 'Chomp', but in this case complete access to your mum's 'horror-swamp'.
Dad's becoming increasingly careless, In his sexual persuit of the "hairless."
Bogs-blokes have wiped completely off the map, The area from which mum used to crap.
Mum knows bogs-blokes will put on the anal after burners, When she sticks on the encouraging "Simply The Best" by Tina Turner.
Dad's watching grainy footage (8mm) Of him in a playground fiddling with his penis (8mm)
Mum went off to the 'Bum-'Ole Destruction Spring Fayre,' Came back with anus-status: beyond repair.
In middle age, Dad's 'horn' Resembles (in shape, smell, texture, colour and size) a 3-day old defrosted Iceland miniature prawn
Dad's in a sex shop 'on the rob', mum's in the gents again, 'on the blob'.
Christmas morning: blokes are flocking To open up Mum's "nether stocking"
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