Bum-docs pleading with mum that "there's really no winners,"
If she doesn't start working with at least a few more "thinners."
your mum's latest algorithm = quickest way to get covered in jism
Mum's selection of sexual partners: willy-nilly.
Dad's selection of sexual partners: willy, willy.
Mum loves to holiday in the Mediterranean,
With blokes with big, thick veiny'un.
it was nigh on impossible to keep pace with your Mum. She helped with the rhythm though as she banged on a drum. (all the action was, naturally, up the bum).
There's radioactive jizz like thinners,
twat gristle steaming like a weird boiled dinner,
Dad's burnt his cock off rendering it much thinner;
Norris McWurter: "It's no 'medal winner'."
Even in the midst of a global economic slump,
Mum's prices remain set: she's the local free spunk-dump.
After the church's Sunday afternoon children's service, now begins the inquest,
Into how long dad was stood in the Nativity scene undressed.
Bogs-blokes doing slow claps,
At the emergence of mum's prolapse.
