Be the prison sex-raffle prize.
After mum's all-night screw-in,
Her poor old bumhole's a ruin.
Dad's in the beer tent and he can tell from his watch,
it's time to get his shitbox rammed
(eggy cock: scotch).
Dad's out wearing a sized thong,
That is morally wrong.
Mum's invited a few ladies around for lunch,
Yep, she's a fully paid up member of the munch-bunch.
After a hard day's bogs-work
When Mum starts to twerk
The resultant torrent of dislodged spunk sends the blokes berserk
There's radioactive jizz like thinners,
twat gristle steaming like a weird boiled dinner,
Dad's burnt his cock off rendering it much thinner;
Norris McWurter: "It's no 'medal winner'."
Dad always gets a trouser bulger,
When thinking about James Bulger.
Blokes hopes of another all-nighter collapsed,
As mum furtherly, and catastrophically, prolapsed.
It was always love at first sight,
Between mum and dog-shite.
Alarmingly, bogs-observers believe mum may not have yet reached her sexual peak,
However, it's also noted that her activity may be curtailed by the near erosion of her poo-beak.
