Tweezers.
Dad's not kidding, When he says he's "going kidding."
There's a certain degree of power, Gained by administrating a golden shower.
The closest I can come to flattery; Your mum's clit on my tongue's like a nine volt battery.
Unlearn how to wear a bra
Mum's drank up to thirty litres of 'mixed cum' in big jars For a multipack of Lidl's Snickers clone: 'Caramel Bars'.
Mum's got some nasty looking bum blisters, From entertaining too many Big Misters.
with her prehensile twat, mum regularly keeps crowds of men in thrall; poor old dad can't get it up at all.
Brown paper bag dad stashes new porn with his hoard, Problematic penis though; Cock stink - 'cheeseboard'.
Mum's poo-cellar, Is flooded by the spunk of fella.
Mum's downstairs area like a Woolworth's Pic n Mix, She can take any size, but prefers extra thicks.
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