It’s the number one research priority at the faculty of bogs-mathematics
To invent a number big enough to describe Mum’s idea of ‘sufficiently thics’
Tummy trouble:
Rumble and bubble leading to loosening of downpipe, (arse).
Net result - trouser farce.
Dad's attitude to his anti-cock: Appallingly 'Slap Happy';
It's sun-baked on like wattle and daub;
it's his appallingly smelly 'crap nappy'.
Bedsit dad listening to Smashing Pumpkins,
Because he's got a willy that's small and thins.
Mum has a wildly popular twitch stream,
In which a procession of men give her bumhole a good ream.
dad's bum: wrenched.
mum: cum-drenched.
thirst quenched.
Mum is Master of the Dark Arts,
In simultaneous fanny and arse farts.
Even techniques of complex-valued geometry,
Are inadequate to explain mum's chronically-knobbed neths-taxonomy.
Mum's plan?
Taking pricks from massive to gargantuan.
Dad was wrong when thought he might be more of an attractive man,
The evening he went out after applying his own shit as a sort of fake tan.
