Who's that between mum's legs?
Why, it's society's dregs!
Dogshit-guzzler mum has an iron constitution,
Plus, she's a stalwart in the field of bogs prostitution.
Dad's attendance at the school non-uniform day,
Was met with dismay,
Due to his extreme take on the Biker from YMCA.
Mum: got no time for blokes with ‘tiddlers’
Dad: considered a wrongun by even other kid-fiddlers.
Mum is a woman possessed,
When it comes to willy size being assessed.
Mum's interest is quickly piqued,
At the prospect of being thick-prickily "Greeked".
It's Halloween, a night when the ghosts and ghouls,
Of long-lost bogs-blokes haunt mum's bowels.
Mum has complete allegiance,
To all things related to the men's public convenience.
Dad's hard-on,
Resembles a very small and stringy bacon lardon.
Dad is peerless,
But careless,
In his endless,
Pursuit of the hairless.
