Fall head over heels in unwaveringly passionate love,
with my vast and horribly distended, 'inner-bum-glove'.
Offer the police increasingly desperate amounts of money for P Diddy’s 1000 bottles of drug-laced baby oil
For recipes, your dad consults the ghost of Fanny Craddock,
Via weegie, Aunt rejuvination
(twat-haddock).
Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring,
But mum's pretty confident of a thorough knobbing.
Every day, Mum
Lives by the verse before Ezekiel 23:21 .
Dad heading to the playground, to try on his luck,
And offer parents a tenner, to lend him their kids for a fuck.
Look, you've fucking missed a bit!
I want to be completely covered in shit.
Mum's rear port found "eminently twattable",
Dad's sad, obsolete jack, though? Neither forward nor backwards compatible.
Dad's got the tweezers out to watch mum's film 'Cheap Sex-Tramp,'
Oh-no though, he's pulled up with a severe bout of wanker's cramp.
