Open the pod bay doors.
living in constant fear, of your dad's promise to gape my rear.
Mum's rear end is 'chocka-blokeoโ€™ With a volume of traffic resembling Shibuya Crossing, Tokyo
Bush's legacy: Silk brocades for presidential aides. Your Dad's legacy? Decades of dick AIDS.
Dad shops in Waitrose, He's amongst other flowery-poof homo's.
Mum has no plan, Other than, More man.
Mum's introduced a series of bogs Key Performance Indicators Including 'gallons of dog mess used' and 'speed of bum'ole dilator'
Blokes, alarmed mum might be going "off the boil", Urgently airdrop in a load of dog-soil.
After a truly massive bogs-blokes-bum-blaster Mum's seen sporting a peep-hole-poo-plaster.
Mum's a mighty old bogs-warrior, Dad's a weird little willy worrier.
Bogs-blokes in an impatient huddle, Around mum's 'bronze medal.'
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