Bogs-blokes have got zero impulse control,
In and around mum's arsehole.
Mum's eyes start misting,
When reminded of the 1983 summer-long Festival of Fisting.
Mum's had many, many a casual lover,
And now it's now hard to tell one part of her nether region from another.
On a routine, daily basis,
Mum probably consumes about 8 kilo of human faeces.
The area once known as mum's cunt and arse,
Has navigationally, become a total farce.
It was clearly quite an ambitious undertaking,
Your mum took six cocks in the arse; now she's queasy and shaking.
Mum's Bermuda triangle fanny: fetid but equilateral;
Corpses of lost men compete with the stench of mackerel.
It doesn't take the insight of Emil Kraepelin
To work out that Dad's penis is crap (and thin).
Mum's bum finally approaching "nicely filled",
By bloke with prick like a child's bicycle.
Dad's thoughts get very grubby,
When he's watching Po on Telebubbies.
