Bogs celebrations on the removal of bureaucratic EU red tape,
That had previously denied mum going 'beyond max gape.'
Tripped and fell
(dad's shit slide and urine carousel).
Mum does become quite potty mouthed,
When she's getting her botty ploughed.
Train Chat-GPT
To gargle your shit and wee.
All kinds of blokes can find common ground,
In knob-knackering mum's poo-surround.
Word's spread fast in the community,
That dad will take any child molestation opportunity.
Mum's been abducted and probed repeatedly by well endowed alien life forms
And has found the vast antimatter sex rods preferable to bogs-bloke-horns.
Dad simply can't be trusted,
To be near a playground without a nut busted.
Since dad was a wee nipper,
He's dreamt of working male prisons as a stripper.
Mum doesn't do tick,
Unless, of course, bloke's are really thick.
