There's a cute irony to mum firing out bogs-tunes by Clean Bandit,
When at the same time, covered head-to-toe in dog shit.
Mum's issued a non-fungible token
For her 'artwork' entitled "Fitting Every Big Bloke In"
Mum's amongst the most sought after bogs-tarts,
In the bogs, at the World Championship Darts.
Now let's not get caught up in idle pleasantries,
Your mother is to be covered in bloke's 'piss-spunk-n-wees.'
Traditionally, the gents is where blokes go for a shit,
Your mum's challenging convention slightly, by literally being a toilet.
Any and all blokes can fuck mum with ease,
And that's why she always has a venereal disease.
Your dad really couldn't be sexier,
Considering he has 'penal-anorexia.'
You fulfilled a sexual dream,
And took on an entire rugby team.
Dad certainly passes the eye test,
When considering him a dangerous local sex pest.
Is there nothing sacred or taboo,
In the world of mum's public loo?
