Dad asked to leave parents evening,
Due to his enquiries about other children along with heavy breathing.
Mum and dad were essentially 'evens';
After both fucking Shakin' Stevens.
Mum doesn't have safe words for "slow down,"
When blokes are really heavily "potting her brown."
Dad finds the local primary "sexually electric";
Good thing his willy's chronically "non-erectic".
It’s not quite true that Mum’s got an insatiable sexual appetite-
Once, in 1974, she requested a 5 minute break after 2 continuous weeks of being tag-teamed up the bum-pipe
Mum has never been described as "eye-candy,"
But, fuck me, when working the bogs she's handy.
Mum's dismayed,
If her "salad bowl" isn't perma-splayed.
Your father's being held at Her Majesty's pleasure,
For thinking hanging around playgrounds is an appropriate form of leisure.
full frontal lobotomy,
drooling anus,
double penetration.
(sixteenth century crop rotation)
Conditions in the bogs are inhospitable,
But blokes remain driven to put mum's anus in hospital.
