Bogs-blokes have wiped completely off the map,
The area from which mum used to crap.
Like margarine, mum's legs are very spreadable,
But what's between her legs, is dangerously inedible.
You fucked Paul Scholes
(all the holes).
Mum's ragged quim,
Could really do with a little trim.
Last night, there was a lot of bogs-blokes muttering,
After mum inconceivably chose to go buttering,
Her poo-guttering.
There's your dad poncing fags in jail,
wanking through the bars, and shitting in a pail.
Father status: blubby;
Again, it won't go 'chubby'.
Dad's wild gesticulations at the morning school traffic,
Can be universally translated as pornographic.
Mum's gut,
Is 87% "bloke-nut."
Mum has no other hobbies or interests at all,
Outside sexual activity with and the consumption of, dog-stool.
