Mum's poo-centre,
Remains extremely popular.
I saw your dad sleeping,
his bumgrapes still seeping,
you were in the background wanking and weeping.
Bogs-blokes know a complaint will be raised,
If mum hasn't been sufficiently glazed.
Mum’s perplexed by the appearance in the bogs of a fella
With a prick the length, but also the shape, of a vuvuzela
Dad's playing Farming Simulator,
As part of his desperate search for an erection stimulator.
Every night, mum wins the bogs-lottery,
Jackpot? Hordes of huge blokes, on the bottery.
Instead of wasting time "playing a gaming console",
Mum strongly encourages young men to "do her up the arsehole".
Dad's ramming his stinking man-meat
In a chatGPT simulated shit-pleat.
Dad has very poor social and emotional intellect,
And a willy that simply will not erect.
When blokes come round to stove her, mum gets rhythmic (bossanova).
Men feed and clothe her.
