Mum only ever makes an affirmative decision
Regarding any type/size/material anal incision.
Mum's ditched the theory with famed psycholinguist, Steven Pinker;
Opting for the very practical, unrelenting destruction of her 'stinker'.
Dad's grown bored of pretend-fucks with used jam-rags,
He's taken to prodding his nob in old granny's colostomy bags.
Mum's booting up her CD-ROM of Microsoft Encarta,
To research ways to get more blokes' cocks up her farter.
Even at the moment of ‘le petit mort’
Dad’s still pitifully thin (and short)
Your dad's at the porn flicks (cock out, milk bottled),
Blokes queue up to rinse his ring (from disease, oddly mottled).
When dad thinks about a room full of tots in assembly,
His balls spontaneously empty.
Email a series of iCal invites to all the senior staff at my place of work, detailing the time,location and duration of my bottom-wiping
i'll make it a regular event,
to violate your anus in my tent.
(canvas friction until i'm spent)
