Staple my balls to my face.
I've talked to the men at the top,
they insist your mother be smothered in slops,
There's some movement on this: bile, shit, or half-brewed horror-hops.
Mum looks almost like she's "covered in limescale",
But in fact, it's "the ejaculate of many male".
Dad's sexual peak has been and gone;
In the 80's he fucked that tablet of Gaviscon.
There's radioactive jizz like thinners,
twat gristle steaming like a weird boiled dinner,
Dad's burnt his cock off rendering it much thinner;
Norris McWurter: "It's no 'medal winner'."
Mum's producing a weird, brown fondant,
From her cunt.
Dad's personal tragedy,
Is the uselessness and thinness of his willy.
When I sit back and reminisce, I dwell upon the steaming piss, and think about your grandfather and his Hitler Youth lists.
There's your mum's 'second face',
loads of weird dicks (buried without trace).
Dad's been given a bogs red card,
For coming in with a "thin and not hard."
Bogs-docs remain deeply skeptical;
Can mum's bum continue as a viable spunk receptacle?
