Making mountains out of molehills...
Press F to pay respects to my genitals
Mum's amongst the most sought after bogs-tarts, In the bogs, at the World Championship Darts.
I made out the complaints about the massive dick, In amongst the wrenching barfs of you being sick.
Mum's well primed, To get bum-crimed.
Mum wears a mysterious β€˜Mona Lisa’ smile While having her arsehole destroyed β€˜jackhammer style’
an ape in a cape, bound up with tape, her arsehole bent out of shape and agape, your mum screams MORE
Bogs-blokes are rarely once bitten twice shy, When it comes to screwing mum's weeping brown-eye.
Mum fondly remembers Russian biker Vlad "The Impaler," And how she had to intermittently reach for her inhaler.
Lycra clad dad, new bike, pro-pannier; Can't sit down though, poo-knickers (lasagne).
Mum has bogs-blokes in the palm of her hand (like putty), When there's the pre-shift anticipation of getting up her gutty.
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