Dad's experienced a revolutionary 'sexual hunch' and dipped his balls in his ploughman's lunch.
Mum doesn't need expensive bum-doctors to clean out her tubes,
She gets fucked by big blokes and refuses to use lubes.
Mum's been researching in eugenics,
To breed blokes with willies even more thics.
Dad’s using electron microscopy
In a vain attempt to detect his tiny ‘Mr floppy’
Due to the amount of surgical reconstruction the entrance to Mum’s womb
Is somewhat akin to ‘Trigger’s broom’
I saw your dad sleeping,
his bumgrapes still seeping,
you were in the background wanking and weeping.
Mums Bogs-Slut Union has balloted its members,
On strike action against working with any small members.
Blokes like bees devouring,
Mum's stinking brown flowering.
Mum's one of life's people pleasers,
Particularly the very well hung geezers.
It's hardly a Wittgensteinian proposition,
It's your mum maneuvering into the doggy position.
