Things that make you go 'Oh dear...'.
Modern bogs commentators concede that it's "breathtaking,"
The sheer volume of cock mum continues to keep taking.
Mum's been doing a few pop-up bogs nights, which is all terribly middle class,
But she cares little about social status, as long as she's reamed in the arse.
Father wasn't ashamed- but he should have been
Mum's a master of the dark arts,
Of diarrhoea infused fanny-farts.
Dad repeatedly fails to understand,
He's not to touch kids with his hands.
Dad's bought a job lot of used toilets;
But the police have come round to spoil it(s).
Even when she's taking a complete "pluggin,"
Mum's got the dexterity for a couple of "rough tuggin."
Mum's down at the conference centre,
Letting any bloke with a lanyard enter 'er.
In the bogs-queue, there's genuine hysteria,
At the prospect of mum's infamous posterior.
