Hardly anything there at all.
Mum's gusset smell,
Leaves several bogs-blokes feeling unwell.
Dad's unable to find a willing sexual partner;
But finds toddlers a reliable penis hardener.
Blokes tongue-punch,
What mum earlier had for lunch.
It's an absolute poo-circus,
In and around mum's anus.
Bogs-blokes are working hard to remove any conundrum,
Between a choice of mum's fanny or bum-bum.
Bum docs shocked following mum's colonoscopy,
After finding a bogs-bloke who'd been living up there since 1983.
Dad's proposed "learner lingerie" range for Victoria's Secret,
Hasn't moved past the "early discussion stage" yet.
Dads seeking some kind of cosmic justice,
For having a really fucking small and shit penis.
Dad's got the tweezers out to watch mum's film 'Cheap Sex-Tramp,'
Oh-no though, he's pulled up with a severe bout of wanker's cramp.
Here's the good news!
I refuse to use lubes!
