Mum's a strict width-stickler,
When a bloke wants a go on her poo-funicular.
Dad’s up in front of the appeals court
His sentence (and penis) ‘unreasonably short’
Dad finally banned from bra shop, for requesting fittings daily,
In vain attempt to reverse willy-faily.
I have to dispute the claim 'You Can't Get Quicker Than a Quick-Fit Fitter,'
Your mum sucks off up to 60 blokes an hour (and takes 30 up the shitter).
Mum's eyes start misting,
When reminded of the 1983 summer-long Festival of Fisting.
risky coupling with cattle,
sphincter bending anal battle.
First light, morning,
And bogs-blokes enter a period of mourning,
As it's dawning,
That mum's arsehole has begun contracting: an 'un-yawning.'
Mum: Donkey Kong,
Dad: Pong.
Dad's got another high score on Wordle;
Whilst being devastated in the turd hole.
Mum's enlisted farm hands to erect a 'big bog-bloke gantry',
With stunning views and ample parking over her fucked piss-pantry.
