Accuse my prolapse of being anti-semetic.
After visiting the Willy Clinic Open Day on 'Size and How to Improve,'
Dad was told his situation was particularly complex given his genitals are "effectively smooth."
Mum's a self-declared superfan,
Of super-enormohung man.
Mum went off to the 'Bum-'Ole Destruction Spring Fayre,'
Came back with anus-status: beyond repair.
It's the morning after, and mum's on the Gaviscon,
Due to the sheer volume of spunk she's taken on.
At this time of year in the bogs, when the temperature drops,
Mum experiences the phenomenon of 'frosted-slops.'
Was your dad attempting to communicate with us?
It's noticeable there are very specific areas of the bedroom not covered in shit, piss or puss.
Dad wearing a tiny leather posing pouch that's decidedly out of fashion,
Last seen in the pages of 1969 catalogue (Gratton).
Dad's scurrying away from the playground with nonce cops in hot pursuit,
It's simply not OK to be in public family areas dressed only in *that* style of swimsuit.
Since the introduction of decimal currency Mum’s had the same price list stuck to the bogs wall:
ANYTHING YOU WANT : £Nothing at all
Dad’s wearing his ‘special pants’
In a bid to appear sexy to infants
