Bent over, mum's derrière,
Resembles a plate of charcuterie.
Just for a lark,
Mum's doing a "pop-up bogs" in Tesco's car park.
Blokes looking to inflict a landslide "anal defeat",
And completely obliterate mum's seat.
Dad’s protests about lapsed copyright are rather silly
(Arrested in the public domain, dressed as Mickey Mouse for showing kids his ‘Steamboat Willie’)
Dad hangs around the canal towpath in a dirty old mac,
Why?
Mainly because he's completely fucking useless in the sack.
It's only while watching Teletubbies
That Dad can muster even the weakest of chubbies
terrible things i've seen,
your dad, a jar of Ragu and an ancient figurine.
In 1972, dad represented Great Britain in the Paralympics,
Winning gold in the 400 metres breast-stroke: category 'men with no pricks.'
Dad's listening to Wham, "Careless Whisper,"
Whilst anally ingesting a Cadbury's Whisper.
Poor mum has to deal with the novices and noobs,
Who turn up at the bogs clutching some form of lubes.
