Mum's well liked in HMV:
She's always up for a DP (or TP, or even QP),
Right there among the vinyl and CDs.
Dad's written a fascinating biographical thinkpiece
About his bad willy and how it's size "won't ever increase".
Mum's doing her thousandth obscene photo-shoot,
Closeups of her bumhole getting ruined by blokes' enormous "root",
While caked head to toe in "dog-fruit".
Mum simply does not tolerate thin penises,
On or anywhere near the bogs premises.
Come sunshine or rain,
Pleasure or pain,
I'll always hold disdain for your dad's main vein.
Dad types his kiddie fiddling plans,
In Comic Sans.
Mum's always found being completely whoreish,
Really moreish.
Blokes are encouraged to enter,
Mum's poo-centre.
At the orgy of TV detectives,
Your eyesight was not defective,
A dildo in the hands of Miss Marple,
was giving your dad an arse-full.
Dad's left pissing out of his arse and mum's left shitting out of her twat because some bloke pissed up dad's arse and some bloke shat up mum's cunt.
