Damp dry cloth.
Dad dons his shellsuit tracksuit, When it's kids he's in pursuit.
Bogs-docs remain deeply skeptical; Can mum's bum continue as a viable spunk receptacle?
For dad, it's been revelatory, Realising he can look at bathtime photos OF HIMSELF as a baby!
Mum's a glutton For bog-blokes hammering her bum-button
Just for a lark, Mum's doing a "pop-up bogs" in Tesco's car park.
All bogs tales are about giving mum a good stuffing; Her bum has become a sort of bogs-MacGuffin.
Dad's learned how to darn using a plethora of fine wools, although everything he's made represents his small genitals.
Oh dear, dad's just had his cervical smear (something of a pioneer).
Dad didn't get very far on Dragon's Den, With his idea for 'Transparent Adult Nappies for Peodophile Men.'
Don't spoil it; it's just your mum being done in the toilet.
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