When it comes down to it
It doesn't take the insight of Emil Kraepelin To work out that Dad's penis is crap (and thin).
Festive Dad’s been sacked from his Christmas Grotto job (as ‘elf on a shelf’) Because he kept on furtively pleasuring himself
Mainly, your father's seen as preferring blokes, y'know, a bit of a 'fairy,' Except for that time he fucked warbling pop-twat, Mariah Carey.
Mum’s entertaining Real Madrid forward Kylian Mbappé In the area where it’s crappé
Dad's offending public decency, Not even trying to hide obvious signs of wank-recency.
Dad's personal willy hygienist, Is on record saying "this man has the filthiest penis."
Mum’s prone to shout and splutter If there’s not a lengthy line of blokes sporting a ‘diamond cutter’
Dad's got the tweezers out to watch mum's film 'Cheap Sex-Tramp,' Oh-no though, he's pulled up with a severe bout of wanker's cramp.
Mum's been accused of practicing voodoo, Due too, How blokes are so bewitched by the place from which she poo-poo.
Bedsit dad's watching re-runs of Supermarket Sweep, Whilst pushing increasingly larger vegetables up his poo-keep.
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