Dad has a concerning penchant,
For the pre-pubescent.
Mum's cunt stinks like The Land That Time Forgot,
Medical terminology: crotch rot.
All the farm lads are queued up for a go,
And mum's never been one to say no.
From far and wide blokes are flocking
To give mum's bum a brutal docking.
Undercard: delivering to dad's woeful gens a thorough mocking.
Lyrca-clad dad at the kid's Xmas softplay party stood under the mistletoe,
Primed and ready, with a distressingly visible camel toe.
Plenty of blokes eager to deck mum's poo-halls,
But nobody's willing to jingle dad's balls.
Mum is Sphinx-like in both disposition and posture, but presumably she enjoys
The continuous barrage of bum-pounding meted out by the bogs-boys
Dad's transfixed
By kid's pricks.
Mum's always found being completely whoreish,
Really moreish.
Mum's offering lifetime guarantees,
To all thick blokes, of bogs freebies.
