Re-chart my hairy territory
Mum’s unable to conceal from bum-docs the level of depravity
Blokes have been visiting upon her bum-cavity
Even Dr Stephen Hawking
Was unable to explain the state of mum’s ’black hole’ after decades of relentless porking
Mum's flogging a savoury compote,
Produced from whatever emerges from her bot-slot.
Dad at the doctor's diagnosed with 'dicky ticker'
and informed that no, his willy will never be thicker.
No blokes has ever done time in the cooler,
For crimes committed against mum's 'stooler.'
Mum’s receiving a seeing-to from former Egyptian foreign minister, academic and Secretary General of the United Nations, Boutros Boutros Ghali
...Anally
Mum's frothy fanny's like a grande latte.
Round the back's Brussel's pate.
Mum's Arsehole Dilation Tracking Control Centre broke into joyful scenes of pandemonium,
As dilation monitors finally inched passed "Beyond Maximum."
Squeezing and squeezing,
I can't do any more.
But my Mum's still hungry.
(Why oh why can't I poo any more?).
‘W-w-where do I g-go? W-where’s Mum?’ a fresh-faced bogs-lad on his first day stammered
Big Bloke Barry: ‘over there’s the queue lad, get in line: she’s having her bum jackhammered’.
