Mum doesn’t exactly hate
Being covered in ejaculate
In the bogs, mum cuts a frustrated figure,
As blokes have queued in reverse, not smaller to bigger.
Dad cruelly feels a faint flicker of a hard-on,
As nurse roughly adjusts his anal tampon.
Your dad's been seen having massive wank,
over a shit and piss riddled glastonbury effluent tank.
At the risk of seeming sentimental, or seeing things through rose-tinted glasses,
Your mum's bonked a lot of blokes from all races, backgrounds and classes.
Madonna: Queen of Pop,
Mum: Queen of Dog Slop.
On HRT, your Mum grew new hair
All around her penis and scrotum.
(These, also, weren't previously there).
(Stiffy like a pole - totem).
Dad at large, naked from waist down (Pooh, Winnie);
Knob size class? Ultra-micro-mini.
Dad's predatory threat is fabled,
Within the community of the catastrophically disabled.
Jessica Fletcher?
My huge one stretched her.
