Different shaped arseholes.
Bogs-tourists ogle,
At mum's distended bum-bugle.
Mum's now performing extreme sexual favours
For cheesy dust at the bottom (spent Quavers).
Dad's tribute to Wacko-Jacko's death is seeing it as some kind of behest,
To re-double his efforts in being the local primary school sex-pest.
Mum's shockingly blasé,
About getting dry-bummed in the khazé.
Your father's wrong-shlong fails to fatten,
unless placed directly in front of the underwear section of catalogue: Gratton.
Bogs-blokes are stood on the oche, ready to "let their darts fly,"
With all their focus on mum's "bullseye."
That's dad's entire summer in ruin
No action, unless counting 'glue-in'.
Underpants dad ejected from the playground despite protests he was just trying to ‘get swole’,
Mum: ‘gentlemen, please absolutely destroy my arsehole'
When dad thinks about a room full of tots in assembly,
His balls spontaneously empty.
Dad's sex life,
Does not involve mum (his wife).
