It's a complex environmental landscape,
Inside Mum's cavernous gape.
Just when the other parents thought things couldn't get any worse,
There's dad at the school gates, dressed as a "sexy nurse".
Mum's fudger looking really grim,
But she won't budge on "nil by quim".
It's as if mum was designed,
To be taken from behind.
Dad's known,
As the man who's willy's never grown.
Mum tends to lean into the vernacular,
When being railed by lads with *really* large genitalia.
Chief Nonce Cop heard to mutter "well, he's certainly not a quitter,"
As the order goes out to remove all dad's advertisements for "local babysitter."
Bish, bash, bosh,
Mum's bum 'a slosh.'
Mum's never going to win any beauty pageants,
Her bogs-ravaged cunt and tits are in fucking fragments.
Mum's gutted,
If she hasn't been 'gutted.'
