The Bogs-Slut Union is the only organisation,
Supporting its members strive for poorer working conditions.
The area from which mum goes "pooey,"
Looks and smells like a gone off old carton of chop suey.
Mum's ditched the theory with famed psycholinguist, Steven Pinker;
Opting for the very practical, unrelenting destruction of her 'stinker'.
Dad at customs, presenting his "downstairs",
Told, next time, state "nothing to declare".
Bogs-blokes joy! For tis the season,
For festive fun in mum's nether regions!
Small-cock docs are working on the hypothesis,
That dad, in fact, has a clitoris.
Have gentle, respectful sexual intercourse with me in the missionary position
Mum's New Year plans,
Predictably involve farm-hands.
Christmas morning: blokes are flocking
To open up Mum's "nether stocking"
Destroy any semblance of dignity,
As you really ram it into me.
