Utterly destroy my arsehole.
Bogs-blokes know they are running the gauntlet,
When attempting any access to mum's poo-outlet.
As long as a bloke brings a nice big dogshit "treat",
Mum's bumhole is always a "safe seat".
Mum's a strict width-stickler,
When a bloke wants a go on her poo-funicular.
Dad's driving round an extremely loud mobile tannoy,
To announce the release of his new children's book "The Ongoing Adventures of Pristine Papercut Fanny."
Make me the subject of an abhorrent
Poo-torrent.
At the village fete dad's burger stall seems to be creating a queue,
Might not be the case when they realise it's his own shit on the barbeque!
If you go down to the bogs today you're sure of a big surprise,
For every bloke that ever there was,
Will gather there for certain because,
Today's the day that your mum get's covered in piss and shit.
Lately in the bedroom, its a clash of ideas.
Mums greatest fantasy versus Dads biggest fears.
(Before bedtime, tears).
Dad' decked out in an executioner's smock;
deeming it time to behead his own cock.
Mum's invited a few ladies around for lunch,
Yep, she's a fully paid up member of the munch-bunch.
