There's your father's extraordinarily poor penis;
It's like something from a different planet
(high gravity, Venus).
Mum's foaming arse-slop,
Is considered by blokes as the cream of the crop.
Dad's got a series of sex crimes tabled;
Focussing on the 'differently abled'.
When dad considers the differences between adults and kids,
First to mind is that their willies are so much bigger than his.
Dad's unable to render any kind of discernable sperms-pattern
On the well-thumbed bras-double-pager of catalogue: Gratton.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to screw
Mum, after the service, in the gents' loo.
Your dad's posed in porno-mags aimed for bent geezers,
Shame he couldn't wank over them (he couldn't find the tweezers).
unfortunately for her, it was only after their marriage
that mum discovered the absolutely miniscule size of dad's "undercarriage".
Tiny, dry, crumbly and entirely lacking in 'meat'
Dad's 'sausage roll' isn't anyone's idea of a treat
Mum’s aspect becomes troubled
If she’s not regularly willy-doubled
