Dimensional portal-tear piss.
Go to your genitourinary clinic appointment with a banana, two plums and a tub of cottage cheese stuffed down the front of your pants
Mum: anyone's after one Bacardi
Dad: willy won't get hard-y
Mum's one of life's people pleasers,
Particularly the very well hung geezers.
Mum's published a rather fascistic charter,
Detailing the specifics of how blokes should screw her up the farter.
Mum's twat may no longer have much "grabbage,"
But she does have impressive plumes of "cunt-cabbage."
Dad showed his willy to Liz Truss,
On the back of a buss.
Mum doesn't care who's in power; Labour, Tories, even the BNP,
As long as access to the public gents every night remains absolutely free.
it looks like nothing more than a nervous tic,
the pathetic thrusting of your nano-prick.
Send my aunt a telegram describing in exquisite detail the diseases ravaging my scrotum and perineum
Mum's picked up the rather unsavoury habit of goading,
Blokes, as they're in the middle of unloading.
