Mum can be accused of micromanagin'
The process of having her back doors stoved in.
On his way into the bogs, dad was "clocked,"
As not being even remotely "cocked."
Dad always gets a trouser bulger,
When thinking about James Bulger.
Bogs-blokes have produced intricate diagrams,
Of mum's ploughed-to-fuck cunt-hams.
There's radioactive jizz like thinners,
twat gristle steaming like a weird boiled dinner,
Dad's burnt his cock off rendering it much thinner;
Norris McWurter: "It's no 'medal winner'."
Dad, eyeing boys' "little baldies",
Showing them Spunk Biscuit (Garibaldis).
(Mum of course mostly views life through a film of jism)
Here's the good news!
I refuse to use lubes!
Battering-Ram Bozza is ‘simply the best’
When it comes to putting the elasticity of Mum’s arsehole to the test
