Making mountains out of molehills...
Driving range daddy,
(bum-attack) golf caddy.
Mum enjoys yet another spunk-anointing;
Dad? Always sexually disappointing
Mum regards her sex work as more than just a hobby
Despite the majority of what she does being ‘pro bono’ ‘up the jobby lobby’
risky coupling with cattle,
sphincter bending anal battle.
What mum regularly fails to think through,
Is how, post shift, she'll be able to go for a poo.
Mum's working on a porno version of Arthur C. Clarke's 2001: A Space Odyssey,
It's predominantly to be set up in the depths of her twat and will undoubtedly involve shit and wee.
Endlessly refine my great bum-lineage
Until it resembles red/brown spineach.
Occasionally, mum reasserts the bogs ground rules:
There needs to be pricks that are thicks, piss, and, of course, stools.
Your Dad's tiny hand makes my cock look grand.
Even dad's Chinese takeaway fortune cookie,
Reads "Forever thin, floppy and with no chance of nookie."
