In the bogs, dad is persona non grata,
Primarily because of his 'chipolata.'
Every day, Mum
Lives by the verse before Ezekiel 23:21 .
Utilise a number of academic papers relating to cutting-edge science
to make mum's bum accommodate 'enormous kitchen appliance'.
If a thick bloke gets but a whiff of mum's brown,
She'll be on the fast train to Sore Bumhole Town.
Bogs-blokes are seeking "alternative routes,"
Following the destruction of mum's twat n' poo-chutes.
Hundreds of bogs-blokes with the soul aim to further mar
Mum's uniquely grotesquely-fetid vaginal 'salad bar'.
You'd better call the hotel staff,
I've given you an impromptu cum bath.
It's a guarantee that it's an activity that mum really does hold in extremely low regard;
Anything involving not being hammer-bummed by unfathomably-blessed-farm-hand-retard.
Mum gets in a right old grump
If she encounters a bloke not immediately ‘primed to pump’.
Let's break out the bubbly!
Your mum's up for a willy-doubley!!
