Bogs-blokes will cram,
For a chance to prod mum's colon spam.
In the 1980's, Dad made attempts to be involved in finding resolution to the Cold War,
He thought it would help to diplomatically stand in supermarkets and stick his dick in coleslaw.
Mum lectures to packed classes at Bogs-College,
Because she's a deeply respected bogs-slut, with many years of knowledge.
Mum despises small talk or social mingling,
She just wants a proper "tube of Pringling."
Make it very difficult for me,
then pulverize me anally.
dad's in the gents again getting fucked by piltdown man,
mum's back at the twat-quacks
(booth stench: week-old flan).
Your dad and Mathew Kelly?
'You Bet!'.
Remaining anus: 'welly'
(Weird-fuck: Boba Fett).
Back at Nonce Reform College, dad's failed to pass the most rudimentary of tests:
Considering places where children might be, without spontaneously getting undressed.
Dad's now just openly and violently masturbating,
At local family gatherings.
Mum's really hacked off,
Because some idiot let it slip that blokes' cocks are sometimes soft.
