Mum's been abducted and probed repeatedly by well endowed alien life forms
And has found the vast antimatter sex rods preferable to bogs-bloke-horns.
Sick bags were reached for in the editing suite,
In the final cut of mum's film "Hot Lunch: All You Can Eat."
When it comes to horror-fucking, your mum's a 'rich seam',
Not so for your dad though, he hasn't got anything in-between.
Bogs-blokes 'twat dipping' vaginal neodymium magnet;
Pulling old shopping trolleys through her vaginal dragnet.
Bogs-doc tells mum, the cause of her toilet troubles,
Is quite simply too many willy-doubles.
Now the tree's been put away, for your mum, it's back to the grind,
And the very serious business of letting blokes destroy her behind.
paeleontologist dad studies dinosaur dicks;
he wants to get fucked by an archaeopteryx.
I find it quite threatening;
Your mum's arse, beckoning.
Momentarily the 'porch' was sunlit,
now sadly blocked by appalling horror-shit.
What mum regularly fails to think through,
Is how, post shift, she'll be able to go for a poo.
