Must I?
Dad's prick: so incredibly thin It didn't touch the sides when he tríes to fuck a molecule of benzene
Fall head over heels in unwaveringly passionate love, with my vast and horribly distended, 'inner-bum-glove'.
There's considerable overlap, Between people who have been to the park and people that have seen dad's 'old chap'.
Dad's often accused, genitally, of being lazy; Because of it's size and smelling of Bel Paese.
it’s a Happy New Year! Of course in the bogs it’s Mum’s dog-crappy old rear
Mum's an elite, Bogs fuck-athlete.
Dad's really into Power Rangers, And showing his willy to strangers.
Mum’s getting her ‘triple jab’ (Arsehole, mouth, badly packed kebab)
Mum can be accused of micromanagin' The process of having her back doors stoved in.
When the sexual scores are handed out, Dad’s a ‘zero to none’ Despite desperate pleading, no-one will ever give him ‘1’
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