Modern bogs commentators concede that it's "breathtaking,"
The sheer volume of cock mum continues to keep taking.
Dad's doing the sexual "can't, can't";
A malformed tiny penis 'on the slant'.
Mum's fine,
With loads of willy-brine.
Dad's studying his balls in the barely reflective metalic mirror in the gents.
Then sadly announces;
"What a dazzling display of scrotal disfigurements".
Bogs-College mum will often dish out lines,
"I Must Not Take Thin Blokes From Behind."
Your dad's got almost no resolve,
Second penile acid bath, and he's watched it dissolve.
Father's penis unbelievably small,
Almost as if there's nothing there at all.
Scientists may have discovered possible life on Venus,
But no amount of study or research can locate dad's penis.
One doesn't need to be Nostradamus,
To foresee a bleak future for mum's anus.
Mum's performing her bogs "tour de force":
Servicing fourteen blokes and one horse.
