Dad's visiting the quacks to get a sperm count,
Uh-oh though, he fails to produce even a testable amount.
Bogs crimes against mum considered heinous,
But at least she's receiving loads that are proteinous.
Many a beefy bloke is smitten
With mum's shit-mitten.
When it comes to screwing,
Dad has literally no idea what he's doing.
Bogs-doc tells mum, the cause of her toilet troubles,
Is quite simply too many willy-doubles.
At the Sperm Bank,
Dad's asking for "kiddie mags" for help with his wank.
Dad mistakenly believes it to be his prerogative,
To make the local playground "sex-positive".
When pressed, dad's forced to concede,
That his weird, tiny prick has never actually "sex weed".
Mr Kipling: "Exceedingly Good Cakes,"
Mum: "Exceedingly Good Bukakkes."
Dad's trying to get explicit 4K photos of kid's dicks
On a Zilog Z8000-based C8002 running 1980 Unix.
