Dad's prone to periods of deep introspection,
About why exactly, he can't seem to maintain an erection.
Mum prefers ‘Baked bean tin’
To ‘thin’
There's your mum (with much praise regailed), she blew eight horses whilst being anally impaled.
Come sunshine or rain,
Pleasure or pain,
I'll always hold disdain for your dad's main vein.
Dad's been foiled,
In his attempt to visit the Christmas Market "baby-oiled."
Your father recently went to see the musical performance of the diaries of Anne Frank,
But he was soon ejected from the theatre after getting caught having a wank.
your mum's friction burnt labia looks like a cleft pallet,
or a prime cut of beef that's been hit with a mallet.
Bogs-blokes playing a kind of "Willy MarioKart,"
On circuits up the areas from which mum fart.
Access to mum's crap-chute,
Descends into a total crapshoot.
Dripping with shit, yet no need to cry foul,
it's hardly the first time i've vacated my bowel
(on your face).
