When Shakespeare wrote "All the world's a stage...",
He was probably thinking of something like mum's nightly performance as a coprophage.
Dad's doing the rounds with a dubious penile schematic
Implying 'coke-can width' and erections 'not problematic'.
Bogs-vets are a notoriously active lobbying group,
Pressurising government to formally investigate lost blokes in mum's crap-hoop.
Mum and blokes know all too well, that they are simply cogs,
In the endless, grinding public fuck-machine, that is "The Bogs."
It's the morning after, and mum's on the Gaviscon,
Due to the sheer volume of spunk she's taken on.
The primary school governors at first thought it rather spurious,
That dad had completed the 'sexual persuasion' question in his application for Toilet Janitor as "child-curious."
Overhead kick my twat off like Pelé;
Shouting 'fuck me, that's incredibly smelly'.
threadbare yard of carpet, hours of her bare arse caused.
disregard for furnishings. (a whole football team:sloppy broad)
Mum's contribution to the dawn chorus,
Is a raking spunk-fart, bubbling from her anus.
Mum's getting poo-hammered in the portaloo of a covered market by an art exhibition fraudulently claiming to be the works of Henri Matisse;
Dad? Wanking geese.
