Different shaped arseholes.
I saw your mum and thought I ought to warn her that there's not much business on that street corner.
Dad's been fucking mostly 'roadkill';
It's the only thing that will keep vaguely still.
Dad's published a book of nursery rhymes
Which is more a laundry list of attempted sexual crimes
Mum doesn't do tick,
Unless, of course, bloke's are really thick.
Bogs-blokes have a strong hunch,
That it was sweetcorn mum had for lunch.
Outside the bogs, blokes are 'Christmas caroling,'
Inside the bogs, mum's receiving a festive wheelbarrowing.
Bogs-blokes loved ones looking for last-minute gifts,
Could do a lot worse than tickets for mum's famous All-night Xmas Shifts.
When the sexual scores are handed out, Dad’s a ‘zero to none’
Despite desperate pleading, no-one will ever give him ‘1’
Mum's a self-declared superfan,
Of super-enormohung man.
Your parents in gents-blokes horror-sex!
Mum on the fucks,
Dad on the sucks!
