Mum's amongst the most sought after bogs-tarts,
In the bogs, at the World Championship Darts.
Dad doesn't understand the "birds and the bees,"
He's only interested in the under threes.
Bogs-blokes are claiming it's a fix,
That mum's much-vaunted "last hour of the shift," is once again dominated by the "ultra thicks."
oh no, it's the aftermath -
ejaculation like instant mash.
Dad’s erection
Looks like a cross section
Mum listening to loud Phil Collins
While bogs blokes Phil Colons
Dad's packing for a summer stay cation:
Oranges, poppers, elastic bands, gas mask (for autoerotic asphyxiation)
Ultra-fine tweezers (for genital manipulation)
The stand out smell from mum's bogs,
Is probably the shit from dogs.
Bogs-bloke's struggling to gloss over,
What they've seen when mum bends over.
