Making mountains out of molehills...
Mum's an inveterate bonker :
She'll let any Willy wonk'er
Weather report: 'polar front';
it's emanating from your mum's arctic cunt.
Mum gets in a right mood,
If she hasn't been fucked properly in the food.
It’s the number one research priority at the faculty of bogs-mathematics
To invent a number big enough to describe Mum’s idea of ‘sufficiently thics’
Mum's bum is hosting a charity Antiques Roadshow Fuck Tournament,
In which blokes compete by inserting unusual artworks and ornaments.
Playground dad arrested halfway out of his cycling shorts,
Wibbling about little green men "trying to steal his thoughts".
Title of mum's autobiography: 'Where Angels Fear to Turd,'
Dad's?
'From Bloke to Bird.'
Mum: reigning undefeated against 'all comers' in the 'sexual Thunderdome'
Dad: lost willy size competition against a garden gnome
Put my name up in lights,
Then ignore my basic human rights.
When it comes to bum-jobs in the crapper,
Everyone knows mum's Chief Slapper.
