Mum has an eye for bogs-blokes who are going places,
Who combine size, stamina and can produce loose faeces.
Bogs-blokes doing slow claps,
At the emergence of mum's prolapse.
Dad's all but given up hope,
Of an effective treatment for "knob-mope".
Mum’s always pleased
To be multi-jizzed
Yo, yo, what's the 'haps'?
You're completely smothered in crap(s).
Dad's getting probed by huge blokes (where it's shitty),
In the background upbeat 90s staple (McClean, Bitty).
Dad's experiencing toxic shock:
His immune system has finally rejected his nano-cock.
For mum and her derrière,
It's a case of 'the more the merrier.'
Mum believes she’s found a loophole
Via which she can achieve a ‘willy quadruple’.
