Mum is distressingly blasé,
About having her arse handed to her on a tray.
After the total destruction of your mum's shitter,
Now pretty much any bloke'll fit 'er.
Mum’s bogs-encounter with a group of apprentice pipefitters is a little ‘May to December’
But they’re all learning a lot about how to properly execute a quadruple-ender
i'll make it a regular event,
to violate your anus in my tent.
(canvas friction until i'm spent)
Over the years, mum's boobs,
Have been tit-wanked into cubes.
Dad' decked out in an executioner's smock;
deeming it time to behead his own cock.
Mum's spent a life working in retail,
Selling blokes her fuck-tail.
Mum feels wronged,
When she isn't getting "wronged".
You're designed,
To get fucked from behind.
Dad's a kind of cautionary tale,
Of the long-term consequences of willy-fail.
