Making mountains out of molehills...
Mum's terrible for falling into the arms,
Of some low-cog bloke who works on farms.
After making your mum's cunt, they threw away the mould,
Thank fuck! It's like a part of a ship. I'm talking about the hold.
Dad's in the prison showers, not knowing what's happening,
Mum's in the bogs, 'catalogue Grattaning.'
Dad's personal tragedy,
Is the uselessness and thinness of his willy.
Dad's "showing,"
At places kids are going.
Mum simply cannot abide,
Any activity not involving her poo-slide.
Dad's predatory threat is fabled,
Within the community of the catastrophically disabled.
At the playground, scores of young families have been left deeply upset,
After dad debuted his scandalousy skimpy summer bra and knicker set.
I'm covered in your diarrhea,
And soon to have your gonorrhea.
