With more passengers than Bridgnorth's lenticular railway,
your mum's been ridden by Bryan Cant and the whole cast of Playaway.
What binds us complex things?
Cock-porridge gossamer strings.
Mum: Donkey Dong
Dad: Wonkey Dong
Dad piloting prosi-truck (violations: every which way but loose),
there's your mum: weird piss gate (sluice).
Dad claims to be "conscientiously objecting,"
To *all* penis erecting.
Mum's downstairs area like a Woolworth's Pic n Mix,
She can take any size, but prefers extra thicks.
Dad's persona non grata,
When it comes to access to mum's farter.
Mum's a total Nazi,
In her demand for only big lads doing her up the "fartsie."
Dad's bragging about his freshly made ravioli,
But there are strong suspicions that it contains something unholy.
Mum's questionable bogs-diet of Buckfast and Haribo,
Is identifiable in horrific detail when her film "Dirty Diarrhea Nights" is viewed in slo-mo.
