Dad's now just openly and violently masturbating,
At local family gatherings.
Mum's arsehole is now the doppelgänger,
Of a completely knackered, cavernous old aircraft hanger.
Dad's doing a stretch in 'Wormswood scrubs',
"Finally, some decent 'rubs'".
In the gents, blokes have developed a one-way system,
Taking them directly to mum, who's bent over the cistern.
dad's suffering a "bum-recession":
too much big-dick exposure
has led to irreversible "anal foreclosure".
Dad not much in the way of "meat and two veg",
And his behaviour around kids is always "right on the edge".
Interactions in the bogs rarely involve words,
Mainly grunts, moans and the exchange of dog-turds.
Between mum's legs,
Resembles scrambled dog-eggs.
From the bogs come cries mum is unable to stifle,
As yet another bigbloke turns her bum into a kind of shit/spunk trifle.
Mum's 'second face' is a bit 'uncanny valley';
Blokes now refer to her as 'Picass-hole Sally'.
