Wrong-potty poetry.
Dad's doing the rounds with a dubious penile schematic Implying 'coke-can width' and erections 'not problematic'.
I made out the complaints about the massive dick, In amongst the wrenching barfs of you being sick.
After taking on a very large bogs-group, Mum's arsehole needs time to re-group.
Mum (sexually) experienced her bogs 'worst nightmare' ; Finishing a shift without a colossal cunt-to-arse-tear.
Bogs-tourists are ushered through in wide-eyed groups, All hoping to catch a glimpse of mum's infamous crap-hoop.
Dad didn't get a callback from the US predecessor to Dragon's Den, "Shark Tank", For his proposed video series, "Helping Toddlers Wank".
Pony-fuck parade dad (sperm jacket: equestrian), he's been fisting horses in sex acts un-pedestrian.
Mum: large and in charge, Dad: petite and discreet.
I'm covered in your diarrhea, And soon to have your gonorrhea.
Dad's a porn star (category homo), Watches his films back on slo-mo, (Uh-oh, prick still won't grow tho').
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