Mum does become quite potty mouthed,
When she's getting her botty ploughed.
Bogs-blokes will cram,
For a chance to prod mum's colon spam.
Dad's not sure of women,
he prefers the municipal bin
(further, he prefers the bog-blokes that are 'thin').
Mum's encouraging blokes to "PM,"
If they're suffering from "loose BM."
Your mum's in the pub, and they've got an open-mic;
She doesn't understand the premise, insertions: child's 'trike'.
After 25 laps of relentless bogs ‘getting nasty’
Mum pulls into the pits for an F1-style emergency vaginoplasty
Bogs: holly,
Blokes: jolly,
Mum: rag-dolly,
Arsehole: spag-bolly.
Dad's penis: subatomic particle with no mass;
Mum's pants: A blend of twat and shit gas.
No need to get philosophical,
Mum's style purely agricultural.
Bogs-blokes are stimulated by the cadence,
In how mum turns
and shouts "up the poo entrance!"
