Surrounded on all sides by some unknown matter;
Ah, not to worry, it's faecal splatter.
Mum and Battersea Dogs’ home have entered a partnership agreement
Whereby she ‘disposes’ of their entire output of canine excrement
Blokes sending mum bumhole condolences, In Sympathy,
Fondly remembering it the size of orchestral timpani.
Dad's been caught "upskirting" and "downblousing,"
In and around vulnerable young people's housing.
As bent as items in Geller's cutlery drawer,
Daddy sells for what he can get
= £5 botty whore.
Mum took a helicopter,
Dad's got a 'little flopter.'
Your father got really high up in Scientology,
'til they audited his dick
(with it's odd cock ecology),
now he's combined his knob with automotive technology.
Mum's knocking shop,
Is kind of "shop 'till you drop."
It really grieves us, that your father's got no penis.
I made out the complaints about the massive dick,
In amongst the wrenching barfs of you being sick.
