Utterly destroy my arsehole.
Dad's in the fuck-queue and he knows from the smell,
he's going to get his wrong'un rinsed (prison odour: bell).
Mum's such a bleater,
If she's not getting properly shafted up her old poo-heater.
Uh oh, mum's been ploughed,
By the really big-willied crowd.
Send my aunt a telegram describing in exquisite detail the diseases ravaging my scrotum and perineum
Time, tide and your Mum's libido know no bounds.
Where is she? Off doing her rounds.
(Earning sex pounds)
Mum produces a kind of taco meat,
From the inner folds of her poo-pleat.
tied to a tree, bleeding from her bum....that's your mum.
No wait, it's your dad with a cunt stitched on.
Your father, although almost immediately replete,
continued to binge on his seventh helping of 'German Sausage Meat".
Mum has no plan,
Other than,
More man,
Up the poo-can.
Festive Dad’s been sacked from his Christmas Grotto job (as ‘elf on a shelf’)
Because he kept on furtively pleasuring himself
