Dad's put the contract out to tender;
"Wanted: deaf, blind, massive-bummed bender
(preferably, a convicted sex offender)".
Dad's offending public decency,
Not even trying to hide obvious signs of wank-recency.
As, on her tits, another bloke's turd is curled,
Mum feels marginally less alone in the world.
Dad's being held in the nonce-wing of a high security rehabilitation centre,
Forced to attend classes with titles such as "Kids Botties: Why Not OK To Enter."
The morning after a bogs-shift, mum's lucky if her anus,
Returns to size-setting "open tub of humus."
Dad never "lasts,"
When he's watching YouTubes of Russian gymnasts.
Smart bogs-blokes hold in mind the saying 'the early bird catches the worm,'
And try to get in the bogs before mum has ingested unfathomable quantities of sprerm.
Mum's servicing bogsblokes unselectively,
While dad's giving serious consideration to an irreversible penisectomy.
At Wembley last night, mum was easing the disappointment of England losing the final,
In the car park, she offered herself to fans as a 'human urinal.'
Mum's crap hoop,
Is trapped in a never-ending bogs-fuckery doom-loop.
