Mum’s box isn’t exactly ‘box-fresh’
After a vigorous bogs-sesh
There's usually a bloke with a great wide "digger",
Round the other side of mum's frigger.
Due to the amount of surgical reconstruction the entrance to Mum’s womb
Is somewhat akin to ‘Trigger’s broom’
Ebay dad, searching for "cries real tears" dolls,
With fuckable holes.
You've done harm to your mum's trout farm.
It's a desperately close call,
As to whether dad's got anything between his legs at all.
For mum, nothing celebrates the Festival of Noel,
More than a proper stuffing in the bowel.
Bogs-College mum will often dish out lines,
"I Must Not Take Thin Blokes From Behind."
It wouldn't require formal analysis by Carl Jung,
To suspect the root of dad's issues are from being so poorly hung.
Mum's never been much of a looker,
But my God, she's a filthy dirty bogs-hooker.
