Mum's still caked in quite a lot of dog crap,
So she's waving the blokes in for an extra "victory lap".
It's not in the least surprising,
That two seconds into her shift, mum's received a sodomizing.
Mum's now reached (through fucking) the lofty heights of Madam
Cos every man-jack (without booking), she's had em
Your father's being held at Her Majesty's pleasure,
For thinking hanging around playgrounds is an appropriate form of leisure.
Blokes queue
To do
Mum up the poo
Flue
Mum isn’t fussy about political affiliation
All she cares about is bum-desecration
Mums the kind of bogs-trollop,
Who happily chomps on dog-dollop.
It was this that distracted the joggers in the park,
your dad revealing his mini-prick
(penis size: quark).
Mum's bum generals looking very concerned at the map!
"There isn't enough fire power to make inroads through the crap!".
The tightly packed, baying bogs-throng,
Chomping at the bit to do mum up the wrong.
