No bloke has ever served a sentence,
For behaviours relating to mum's poo entrance.
Mum enjoys yet another spunk-anointing;
Dad? Always sexually disappointing
Mum is Master of the Dark Arts,
In simultaneous fanny and arse farts.
Mum's penned some beautifully profound poetry,
Entitled "When Blokes Really Plough it Into Me..."
afterwards your mum said I was sick,
to use her apron to wipe off my dick
Your dad's massively gay,
for former-'Eastender', Beppe.
Driving range daddy,
(bum-attack) golf caddy.
There's no need to be linguistically austere,
Your dad is a stereotypical 'bubbly-queer.'
Mum’s not one for online dating
Preferring the traditional ‘being pissed and shat on through a rusty iron grating’
Mum's really cooking up a storm in the kitchen,
She's getting screwed by the Postman (and will probably need stitchin').
