Accuse my prolapse of being anti-semetic.
Mum doesn't need expensive bum-doctors to clean out her tubes,
She gets fucked by big blokes and refuses to use lubes.
Dad's attempting to convey how smooth genitalia "gleams,"
During a chat with other nonces on Microsoft Teams.
Conditions in the bogs are inhospitable,
But blokes remain driven to put mum's anus in hospital.
People are harassing dad randomly,
Because everyone's heard about his prick-catastrophe.
A few bogs-blokes experience buyers remorse,
When they catch sight of the state of mum's back doors.
Surrounded on all sides by some unknown matter;
Ah, not to worry, it's faecal splatter.
it wasn't until day break,
that your mum's worn meat hole began to ache.
Mum's stormed out the bogs in a fit of pique,
Because some chancer turned up with an undersized "prique."
"Everyone's looking at your prick, your prick,
Deciding unanimously, not thick, not thick..."
(repeat).
Mum's toxic shit-box from all the spunk from geezers,
cock-end ruination dad: emitting CFSs like freezers.
