Newly recruited bog-blokes are encouraged not to tarry
As it prevents other blokes from give it to mum 'up the Gary'.
With Dad’s gens, it’s very much ‘what you see is what you get’
(Something that looks and acts very much like a quarter inch of overcooked spaghett').
Playground dad arrested halfway out of his cycling shorts,
Wibbling about little green men "trying to steal his thoughts".
Prick size mum taking on: dangerous,
Prick size of dad: Dangermouse.
Dad expresses his preference for kids,
By posting nurseries his old pants (with skids).
Dad employs kidology,
To deflect from his interest in "kid-ogling." ?
Mum finds it genuinely life affirming,
To look down a queue of blokes, with their willies firming.
After the total destruction of your mum's shitter,
Now pretty much any bloke'll fit 'er.
Mum's latter years pièce de résistance,
Is that her shitter has absolutely no resistance.
Dad's doing a stretch in 'Wormswood scrubs',
"Finally, some decent 'rubs'".
