Staple me onto your crotch.
Mum's fanny area seen somehow to be 'glowering';
after being fucked to Another Level
(a colossal Dane Bowers-ing).
In the bogs, there's no polite conversation or pleasantries,
Just cold, hard interactions involving dogs-faeces.
Dad's reached the stage,
Of hanging around the orphanage.
Weird farm fuck with pitchforks and haybails,
there's your dad wanking over his own entrails.
Dad's going to see the Barbie film with several other men,
Fellow members of the support group "Smooth Like Ken."
Dad has a concerning penchant,
For the pre-pubescent.
Your arsehole's like a fucked 'spam-ring',
it's clearly received a dreadful 'Jan'-hammering.
Mum fondly remembers 1990s Premier League Bolton footballer Bruno N'Gotty,
And how he would regularly nail her up the n'botty.
Dad’s perving round the primary schools of Nantes
Luckily for les enfants, his gens are the size of an ant’s
Mum's in the bogs, absolutely "flying",
At the centre for assisted dying.
