Fudgey nudgey.
Bogs-blokes are "all in," When it comes to mum's shit-bin.
Mum offers free fucks for blokes with IBS, Because she just really loves the mess.
Straight out the traps, Mum demands liquid craps.
Dad's transfixed By kid's pricks.
Dad's doing his morning rounds, Of the local playgrounds.
Oh for fuck's sake, Mum's been involved in an appalling bukkake (she's been 'iced' like a five-tier wedding cake).
Bent over, mum's derrière, Resembles a plate of charcuterie.
It's there, and it's going to tear.
Mum's spent a life working in retail, Selling blokes her fuck-tail.
Sexually dad remains genitally slack, small, and infirm; Mum, although getting uber-nailed , decidedly 'on the turn'.
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