Mum's been abducted and probed repeatedly by well endowed alien life forms
And has found the vast antimatter sex rods preferable to bogs-bloke-horns.
Mum is being absolutely sincere,
In her desire for blokes with beer diarrhoea.
Location: area where it's shitty-shitty,
Condition: fucked to bitty-bitty.
For mum, life's core rationale,
Remains, firmly, anal.
Dad attempts to lure kids for sex,
Riding around on a BMX.
Mum goes absolutely nutter,
If not sufficiently reamed in the poo-gutter.
A scene of devastation and horror, was your father's bed,
The morning after he'd been hospitalised by Mick Hucknall from Simply Red.
Packed out gent's last night, mum starred in a no holes barred sex-fest,
But it was embarrassing for everyone when your dad turned up and made a little 'dirty protest.'
Dad's always got some new plan hatching,
For snaring those with no pubic thatching.
Your dad lacks awareness (spacially),
from taking gents-blokes-loads (facially).
