Re-chart my hairy territory
Mum's very much got an 'open door policy'
Regarding anything vaguely phallusy
Mum finds it genuinely life affirming,
To look down a queue of blokes, with their willies firming.
It's hardly a Wittgensteinian proposition,
It's your mum maneuvering into the doggy position.
Pacified by dog-blancmange,
Mum bends over and gives the blokes carte blanche.
Dad's experiencing massive FOMO
Seeing Wetherspoon massive homo.
Early years bogs-blokes knew they'd 'struck oil,'
When mum first started working "the hole from where she doth soil."
Last night mum gave a masterclass,
In taking it repeatedly up the arse.
mum's been suffering a chronic case of the 'squits';
semen constitutes 98% of her shits.
Dad’s been arrested at the hospice
Staff informing the coppers that what he was doing was certainly not granting dying kids’ ‘last wish’
Bogs-blokes are already 'on the hard-on,'
When they catch sight of mum's unkempt 'back garden.'
