Blokes looking to inflict a landslide "anal defeat",
And completely obliterate mum's seat.
The tightly packed, baying bogs-throng,
Chomping at the bit to do mum up the wrong.
Dad's still listening to Mumford and Sons,
Because he's got one of the world's littlest ones.
Dad wears the kind of loose fitting clobber,
That means he can very easily show the public his nobber.
Dad's trapped in a seemingly never ending physiological vortex,
In which he prefers kids, publicly exposes himself, and has a tiny, thin willy that never erex.
Like everything you've ever loved and created,
I'll drill your bum until it's devastated.
Dad's genital is among
The very poorest with which it is possible to be hung.
Dad's attempt to "disrupt the sex toy industry",
Not going well: microwaveable sex bum suspiciously "Findus-y".
These days, mum's twat-tackle,
Appears hopelessly ramshackle.
Blokes hopes of another all-nighter collapsed,
As mum furtherly, and catastrophically, prolapsed.
