Making mountains out of molehills...
McCartney, McCartney Poo, McCartney Wee
Shame your mum's shit-box isn't oven-proof,
she's been vesuvius-fucked by some weird-cocked yoof.
Completely,
Annihilate me.
On entry to the bogs, blokes are offered a trigger warning,
Due to mum's arsehole being currently set at "maximum yawning."
Your mum: 'Bigguns';
Your dad: Biggins.
Even the most incompetent and complacent members of Nonce Squad wouldn’t struggle to follow the clues
Dad’s leaving to his sexual proclivities - for example flyposting offers of ‘free erotic massage for under-twos’
Mum looks forward to the annual bogs visit from Saint Nic,
Not least because he's got an absolutely fucking massive prick.
Mum's poo-tube more like a poo-crater,
Due to all the men that violate 'er.
after conducting a thorough analysis,
dad concluded that he needed to be entirely covered in piss.
(Fanny: "frothing batter"
Face, tits etc: "covered in blokes' spunky splatter")
