Vegetable samosa with shit.
Mum's staggering
Home from the bogs after a particularly violent bout of daggering
Not-actually-dying Dad demanding his ‘palliative care’
Be provided by ‘pale young boys with no pubic hair’
Mum's really hacked off,
Because some idiot let it slip that blokes' cocks are sometimes soft.
Mum's being 'plugged' by a few local electricians,
Dad's dodgily wired willy can't achieve any erections.
In a sex act reporters described as 'frenzied' and 'bezerk',
your father's turdis was repeatedly hammered, and for shits it now won't work.
Entry's always gratis,
To "where mum's farts is".
Mum's been doing a few pop-up bogs nights, which is all terribly middle class,
But she cares little about social status, as long as she's reamed in the arse.
Mainly, your father's seen as preferring blokes, y'know, a bit of a 'fairy,'
Except for that time he fucked warbling pop-twat, Mariah Carey.
Bent over, mum's derrière,
Resembles a plate of charcuterie.
Mum's rear,
Has been "reduced to clear."
