Dad's once again reneged,
On court orders to stay away from areas children played.
Your dad's in the tool shed trying to crack one off,
Over a portrait from 1978 of broadcaster, Frank Bough.
Dad's enjoying a sunny day in the park making family-fun home-vids,
Later confiscated by police because he'd been filming other people's kids.
Dad never "lasts,"
When he's watching YouTubes of Russian gymnasts.
Mum's never been considered a 'Beauty Queen,'
But the sheer number of enormo-cocked bogs-blokes she's fucked, is obscene.
Bogs-blokes know that dog-cack,
Is, for mum, an aphrodisiac.
Even in the supposedly sacred period of Lent,
Your mum's eating out bloke's shit-boxes in the gents.
Mum's the hostess with the mostess,
When it comes to being covered in dogs-mess.
In her seat, mum's adjusting,
After another arsehole busting.
Mum's 'bum cycling' but what's caught in the spokes?
It's loads of shit and piss, origin: gents-blokes.
