Dad is peerless,
In his pursuit of the hairless.
Much to the involved bogs-bloke's delight,
Mum has been declared "airtight!"
After Mum’s had a long shift in the bogs, taking blokes to ‘bum heaven’
Her stools are inevitably a Bristol chart type 7
Big Bob strolls in the bog, announcing he's going to "middle of next week,"
Mum's already cowering poo-beak.
Dad will never find "sexual acceptance",
With his strange little "prick that cannot achieve erections".
piss in my mouth,
while singing any of the several hits of nineties popsters, The Beautiful South.
Mum's sexual 'Achilles Heel,'
Is that her twat has lost all discernable 'feel.'
Dad's got a 30mm 'Classic Knob';
Compact and thin;
'Key fob'.
Dad's sexual confidence is brittle,
Mainly due to his willy being so little.
Whilst stoving your mum I saw a look of serene stillness, doctors later confirmed profound mental illness.
