Mum's fanny, tits, arse and face, the bogs walls, urinals, stalls and ceiling resembling a salón exhibition of Jackson Pollock's
After a visit from seldom-seen but legendary bogs-bloke 'Timmy Tardis-Bollocks'
Mum's up for a brutalised back-truck,
From any undiscerning young buck.
Dad's alone,
Mum's on the bone.
Remember those enormo-hung mechanic Turks,
Who both metaphorically and actually threw spanners in mum's works.
I've consulted Chinese Sages;
Your blighted arsehole was fucked for ages.
You should have seen the state of the area from which mum fartres,
Following a post-mass anal-sesh in the car park of the cathedral at Chartres.
Dad thought he'd try his luck with online dating,
Oh-no though, he's listed his only interest as 'genital cheese-grating.'
The area once known as mum's cunt and arse,
Has navigationally, become a total farce.
Dad types his kiddie fiddling plans,
In Comic Sans.
Mum's amongst the most sought after bogs-tarts,
In the bogs, at the World Championship Darts.
