Top Cock-Docs are highly circumspect,
Around if dad's willy has ever, or indeed will ever, erect.
The judge thinks dad's excuse about metal detecting near the playground is rather flimsy,
Rather like the battered per' that nominally separates mum's embattled arsehole from her mimsy.
Bogs-historiographers using the internet archive's wayback machine,
To find the first uploaded vids of mum in the latrine.
I've been on bogs-hols with you mum in Bratislava,
We met a Slovak biker gang, who basically fucking halved 'er.
At the risk of seeming sentimental, or seeing things through rose-tinted glasses,
Your mum's bonked a lot of blokes from all races, backgrounds and classes.
As the world descends further into war and chaos,
There is comfort in the knowledge mum will be, as usual, in the bogs, taking it up the anus.
Mum's fucking a bloke - dick a big and good'un,
He's reamed her arse and now her little puddin.
Mum's life story,
Is exceptionally whore-y.
Dad can only ever achieve the mildest hard on,
watching morning TV's 'Midnight Garden'.
All her life, mum's been in intensive training,
So one day, she can take an almighty main-veining.
