Dimensional portal-tear piss.
Bogs-blokes are really making inroads, Into mum's innards.
Mum's fanny, tits, arse and face, the bogs walls, urinals, stalls and ceiling resembling a salón exhibition of Jackson Pollock's After a visit from seldom-seen but legendary bogs-bloke 'Timmy Tardis-Bollocks'
Father's penis unbelievably small, Almost as if there's nothing there at all.
Every one of Dad’s days begins With hours of doomed research on how to ‘cure the willy-thins’
Mum loves a summer football tournament, with all the hooligans, Drunkenly hammering away at her twat and poo cans.
Messy scenes, as blokes no longer adhering to Covid protocol, When attempting to access Mum's Xmas X-Hole.
Mum open trap, In go crap.
Dad meditates endlessly, On children's lingerie.
Around playgrounds he likes to linger Dad’s knob less ‘baby’s arm’ and more ‘baby’s finger’
dad's suffering a "bum-recession": too much big-dick exposure has led to irreversible "anal foreclosure".
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