living in constant fear,
of your dad's promise to gape my rear.
Mum's rear end is 'chocka-blokeo’
With a volume of traffic resembling Shibuya Crossing, Tokyo
Bush's legacy: Silk brocades for presidential aides.
Your Dad's legacy? Decades of dick AIDS.
Dad shops in Waitrose,
He's amongst other flowery-poof homo's.
Mum has no plan,
Other than,
More man.
Mum's introduced a series of bogs Key Performance Indicators
Including 'gallons of dog mess used' and 'speed of bum'ole dilator'
Blokes, alarmed mum might be going "off the boil",
Urgently airdrop in a load of dog-soil.
After a truly massive bogs-blokes-bum-blaster
Mum's seen sporting a peep-hole-poo-plaster.
Mum's a mighty old bogs-warrior,
Dad's a weird little willy worrier.
Bogs-blokes in an impatient huddle,
Around mum's 'bronze medal.'
