Bogs-blokes reminisce on mum's 'arsehole like a breadbin';
Her downstairs now resembles post-war Dresden.
It was clearly quite an ambitious undertaking,
Your mum took six cocks in the arse; now she's queasy and shaking.
Mum's staggering
Home from the bogs after a particularly violent bout of daggering
Mum's working the Waltzers, at Weston-Supermare;
As an inexpensive prostitute, with shitty bum hair.
Mum's failing to have a calming influence,
On the hoards of frothing, sex-starved farmhands, jostling around her poo-entrance.
Mum finally concedes,
That she has "lost" thousands of anal beads.
Bogs historians doubt the veracity
Of claims that, once in 1987, Mum reached her ‘bum capacity’
Send my aunt a telegram describing in exquisite detail the diseases ravaging my scrotum and perineum
Bogs-blokes in the queue last night looking utterly defeated,
As news comes down the line that mum's arsehole has finally been "completed."
Mum's in the bogs with the fellas, "getting freaky";
Dad's in the bushes, fiddling with it (small; thin; leaky).
