Dad's got the bad knob trifecta:
Weird; thin; non-erecter.
Mum's often guilty of viewing things through rose-tinted spectacles,
Like recalling dad as ever having remotely functioning genitals.
Weather report: 'polar front';
it's emanating from your mum's arctic cunt.
Mum: has spastic colon;
Dad: In spastic's colon.
Dad's only able to become aroused,
Thinking about where orphans might be housed.
Mum never feels sexually complete,
Until she has an extremely sore seat.
At such moments of political uncertainty, bogs-blokes find it reassuring,
That mum remains available for her nightly "back-dooring."
Bogs-blokes reminisce on mum's 'arsehole like a breadbin';
Her downstairs now resembles post-war Dresden.
Mum can’t ever get enough
In the bum, but once in 1973 she did, (in the muff)
Wear a sports bra even though you don’t do sports, or have tits
