Staple me onto your crotch.
Don't hate me,
but I've got scrapie.
Bogs-blokes appear reluctant to yield,
Ploughing mum's poo-field.
Like an inexorable force of gravity
Blokes are drawn to Mum’s favourite public lavatory.
The local bogs has its own fleet of taxis,
Driving bogs-blokes from their door to mum's poo-axis.
Mum's plan?
Taking pricks from massive to gargantuan.
Be obsequiously complimentary about my genitals
Dad's willy doppelganger,
Is the end of a wire coat hanger.
Mum's twat able to take just about any size member,
Her arsehole?
Well, that's a desensitisation chamber.
Mum's dildo on the speaker cone...
Turn up the bass to drive it home.
Dad simply can't be trusted,
To be near a playground without a nut busted.
