Mum performs routine miracles,
Night after night, in the gents lavatory cubicles.
The morning after a bogs-shift, mum's lucky if her anus,
Returns to size-setting "open tub of humus."
Mum's perineum,
Has been fucked into the Perineum Museum.
Dad's confused because he's been told to attend Nonce School,
But then receives lessons about not hanging around primary school.
Dad's really into Power Rangers,
And showing his willy to strangers.
Mum's being judged at the 2009 World Cup of Scat,
They're carefully adjudicating the amount and covering of where (on her) all the bloke's shat.
Bog-blokes once drawn in by mum's loving yet brutal clench;
Often pass out following a sniff of her fetid slops-trench.
Mum attributes her sexual popularity
To her cheerful willingness to accommodate any sexual peculiarity
Title of mum's autobiography: 'Where Angels Fear to Turd,'
Dad's?
'From Bloke to Bird.'
In 1972, dad represented Great Britain in the Paralympics,
Winning gold in the 400 metres breast-stroke: category 'men with no pricks.'
