Mum, gorged on easter dog-eggs,
Fucking like bunnies with blokes with enormous "third legs".
You can kind of tell from the state of her tits,
That your mummy's cunt has been completely fucking fucked to bits.
While bigblokes ritually lubricate mum's poo-glacier,
Dad's penis-existence lifesigns could not be tracier.
All the farm lads ganged up on mum's turder,
And now it looks like the aftermath of a grisly murder.
Dad's feeling thoroughly chastised
After being caught exaggerating the size of his gens (describing them as 'thimble-sized');
Mum achieves a sort of spiritual nirvana
While being bum-battered by ‘Barry Big-Banana’
isn't it ace,
when i piss on your face?
urinary shower disgrace.
Bogs life isn't complex, there aren't many moving parts,
It's basically blokes nobbing away, up where mum farts.
Mum's not a drinker or a smoker,
But she can't resist a thirty-bloker.
It's the evening shift, and in blokes troop,
To form line behind mum's poo-scoop.
