Another bogs-election victory for mum seems a certain bet,
Especially when she's out canvassing with her "golden rosette."
In keeping with the norms of the day, (misunderstood, it seems),
You reamed a man on Market Square while munching custard creams.
ah! bliss!
a faceful of piss!
Dadβs had his groin tattooed with a kind of penile Trompe-l'Εil
To try and compensate for his total genital fail.
Messy scenes, as blokes no longer adhering to Covid protocol,
When attempting to access Mum's Xmas X-Hole.
On a morale boosting trip your mum flew out to Iraq,
Free fucks for our boys but now her cunt's slack.
Sexual activity now kept to a minimum, following the utter destruction of your shitbox 'n' perineum.
In a bizarre tribute to drum and bass DJ and producer, doctor Scot;
your mum forced two Technics turntables and a Vestax mixer up her mott.
Drum roll........
It's my bumhole!
Bogs, tonight: starring mum's "chΓ»te du poop":
Seventeen blokes will attempt the bum loop-de-loop.
