Mum's gens: air sock,
Dad's gens: nothing there cock.
It seems from your records that you're a highly skilled pianist,
Underlined in bold: 'very, very deeply fist'.
When the sexual scores are handed out, Dad’s a ‘zero to none’
Despite desperate pleading, no-one will ever give him ‘1’
Mum fucks for pence,
While dad's being acquitted of indecent exposure for lack of visible evidence.
As usual, dad's occupying a watching brief,
Bogs-sidelined, with his hands down his briefs.
Mum's twat from a distance (piss-seam frilly),
She's been in the woods fucking 'transients' willy-nilly.
Mum: chasmal shit cabinet like a fucked Dim Sum;
Dad?
Ladbrokes, Wrexham.
It is with a mixture of pride and courage,
That mum produces her daily prolapse porridge.
All the big blokes fucking your mum with increased velocity,
It's fast becoming one of history's worst known atrocities.
Email a series of iCal invites to all the senior staff at my place of work, detailing the time,location and duration of my bottom-wiping
