Oh please, for goodness sake.
Mum doesn't feel it's in any way tacky,
To launch a new bogs night: 'Cheese, Wine and Bukkake.'
There's some graffiti artists playing tag,
On your Dad's penis and ball-bag.
In hindsight, mum regrets not drawing up some prenuptials,
It was only on her wedding night she saw the size of dad's genitals.
At such moments of political uncertainty, bogs-blokes find it reassuring,
That mum remains available for her nightly "back-dooring."
Dad gets in from a hard day of various sex-offens,
He relaxes by putting his nob in the blender (setting: nut-blends).
Dad's prone to periods of deep introspection,
About why exactly, he can't seem to maintain an erection.
Dad "Hi sorry, don't want to be an imposition,
But can I quickly just borrow your kids a minute, to try out a sex position?"
Oh what a dreadful blunder!
Your mum's done a really rough bum-curry-chunder.
Mum's horror-box: two planets colliding in a sack,
the middle gets bigger
(increasingly slack).
It's 2008 'Worlds Biggest Bucket Cunt Championships' Round 1: How many car tyres?
Your mum's already got 12 up there...she's off to a flyer!!
