Dad's a porn star (category homo),
Watches his films back on slo-mo,
(Uh-oh, prick still won't grow tho').
The appeal of it may be somewhat niche,
But mum offers up a lovely 'ploughman's quiche.'
Even at the moment of ‘le petit mort’
Dad’s still pitifully thin (and short)
Mum'll take a stuffin,
For an Egg Mcmuffin.
It was fate, I suppose, that led me to discover,
I could fit my entire body up the twat of your mother.
Mum's "got all her ducks in a row",
When it comes to "having loads of blokes queued up to brutalize her down-below".
Do a poo in the 17th century out of your bum in the present day, archaeologically excavate it and then flush it down the toilet.
Dad cruelly feels a faint flicker of a hard-on,
As nurse roughly adjusts his anal tampon.
Mao Zedong
my ''poos-prong'.
Mum's in the morgue, cum-drenched cadaver.
Cause of death?
Everyone's 'ad her.
