Mum fucked by snow plough, speed setting: fast,
thick crowd of gents-blokes, demeanour: aghast.
Bogs-data remains heavily classified,
As to how often and how much, mum's poo-pipe has been cream-pied.
Dad's out looking for partners for the 'horizontal dance'
(In the playground, dressed as Spongebob Squarepants)
Mum's working the Waltzers, at Weston-Supermare;
As an inexpensive prostitute, with shitty bum hair.
It's International World Thin Willy Awareness Day,
And spokesman dad's doing the morning interview rounds, with plenty of personal things to say.
Mum's enduring,
Another kebab-like skewering.
Perhaps unfairly, mum's interpretation of "thin,"
Is anything less than "upturned wheelie bin."
Mum performs routine miracles,
Night after night, in the gents lavatory cubicles.
Mum + bogsblokes have become extremely prolific
In enacting scenarios sexual / horrific.
No bloke's ever done porridge,
For what they done to mum's shit-ridge.
