after 40,000 man-hours of man-fucks, mum's cunt now completely lacks friction;
40,000 man-hours is also how long dad's spent tossing off to My Little Pony fan-fiction.
Wide blokes' Pavlovian response is to engorge,
At the first whiff of mum's dung-gorge.
Dad's been forced into releasing several public denials,
That he features heavily in the Epstein files.
The area from which mum wee,
Resembles a bowl of ratatouille.
In the gents, blokes have developed a one-way system,
Taking them directly to mum, who's bent over the cistern.
Dad's new boyfriend, scary-poof Ross Kemp,
It's sweet they both have willy size 'as if in low temp.'
A triplicate list of Dad's sexual experiences (digital copy)
Would fit with a lot of room to spare, appropriately enough, on a very small floppy
Mum's in the bogs,
With low-cogs.
Mum performs routine miracles,
Night after night, in the gents lavatory cubicles.
Mum's nether regions,
No longer have clear distinctions.
