Accuse my prolapse of being anti-semetic.
Mum delivers speeches like Goebbels,
Demanding proper bum-sex and willy-gobbles.
In the aftermath of festive Christmas cheer,
I thought I'd pop my head in the bogs and peer,
And sure enough amongst the puddles of sick and beer,
Lies your mother naked and halved (oh dear).
Bogs-doc tells mum, the cause of her toilet troubles,
Is quite simply too many willy-doubles.
dad might give a lot of head but that doesn't make him clever.
that horse is fucking his throat so hard his neck's about to sever.
Docker's thumbs like an Atlantic Whaler,
Horrific throb-on like Vlad the impaler.
Your father: 'Hello, sailor!'.
"your country needs you! for an anal fisting."
quick as a flash, dad's enlisting.
Bogs-blokes are utterly devoted,
To ensuring that mum is spunk and poo coated.
One would have thought by now, mum must have exhausted the catalogue,
Of depraved sexual acts one can perform in the bog.
Dad’s peen (teeny weeny)
Is unfortunately not concealed by his translucent mankini
The thick white fluid containing spermatozoa that is ejaculated by the male genital tract,
remains a mystery to your father.
Fact.
