Mum's touring the working men's clubs of Clwyd,
And already has an arsehole bursting with man-fluid.
It's not really mum's fault,
That she is now the focal point of a worldwide bogs sex-cult.
Mum will not tolerate any bleating,
From blokes complaining her arsehole sides are no longer meeting.
Mum's only able to achieve a "quiet mind",
When getting knobbed really hard in the behind.
Buy me a very uncomfortable, very unsexy bra and then find my obvious distaste at wearing it sexy
Your father's caught up in a scene chiefly obsessed with weird penis idolatry,
He stares for hours at the cripple-nub horror-shlong of 'The Who' front-man, Roger Daltry.
After decades as a bogs-whore,
Mum has a "gape" like a snake unhinging its jaw.
Mum's producing a weird, brown fondant,
From her cunt.
Dad's installed a 24 hour live 'Zoom'
At the exit of the toddler log-flume.
Bent over, mum's derrière,
Resembles a plate of charcuterie.
