Mum's throwing a "no loads barred" bogs bumsex party,
Guest of honour? Yep, it's Saikat Chakrabarti.
One bogs-bloke poet has written a homage,
To mum's twat and arsehole plumage.
Despite horrific injury, she still refuses to use lube
That video of your mum's generated over a billion hits on YouTube
Outside the bogs, dad sees the snaking lines of blokes queueing to take mum from behind,
And he can't help but get the sense that, in his marriage, he's been marginally sidelined.
Your dad's got a prick
like an irradiated glow-stick.
Neon luminosity,
and really 'unthick'.
What's that caught in the aircraft's airlock?
Yep, it's small, and yep, it's your dad's cock.
Come sunshine or rain,
Pleasure or pain,
I'll always hold disdain for your dad's main vein.
It's always a long, drawn out battle,
to stop dad anally fucking cattle.
Mum's one of the favourites to win this year's 'Sex-Factor,'
Dad in lowly bedsit room measuring his prick with compass and protractor.
Dad's decided to start having wanks,
On the doorsteps of food banks.
