Mum has only ever had one hobby, and that’s taking knobby in the jobby lobby
Mum's New Year plans,
Predictably involve farm-hands.
Dad's in his slops, in the 'even more damp patch',
Mum's slap-dash-snatch-latch;
scratch, scratch, scratch.
Start of shift, and blokes know the deal;
Nob away at mum and retrieve her last meal.
Mum learnt the art of proper spit-roasties,
In early morning shifts with the help of the posties.
Dad's often accused, genitally, of being lazy;
Because of it's size and smelling of Bel Paese.
Bogs celebrations on the removal of bureaucratic EU red tape,
That had previously denied mum going 'beyond max gape.'
Crisis averted!!
A bogs-bloke has spotted a dog outside that has just dirtied.
It's possible that mum hasn't fully grieved,
For a time when she wasn't "wizard sleeved."
Dad has a really tenuous grasp,
Of when and when not to release his trouser belt clasp.
