Dad’s having one of his hours-long ‘goons’
In the bushes watching kids watching Saturday morning cartoons.
Working the Annual Centaur Convention bogs has taken its toll,
Mum's left with the balance and mobility of a newborn foal.
After particularly busy shifts, mum's capable of producing "profiteroles,"
Made out of the churned shit and spunk from her arsehole.
No bogs-bloke has ever complained
Of leaving Mum’s sessions with balls undrained.
Mum's new nickname is 'Brexit'
due to her causing miles-long tailback of lorries full of blokes waiting to service her exit
Mum gets annoyed
If her bum'ole isn't completely destroyed
Mum's gut,
Is 87% "bloke-nut."
Mum's smashed in the gents on Bailey's,
No entry for dad tho, due to terminal willy failys.
Mum loves to holiday in the Mediterranean,
With blokes with big, thick veiny'un.
Dad's chief winter sexual thrill,
Is jamming his uthrea with a half sucked Strepsil.
