As the UK prepares to head to the polls
Mum’s in the bogs, preparing to take many blokes’ poles
Use mainly 'twitter',
to virally promote my piss-emitter.
Mum's on all fours playing word puzzle apps,
While bogs-blokes puzzle over the area from which she craps.
Dad's willy shows no signs of ever thickening,
But his behaviour towards kids is truly sickening.
Your Dad doesn't lack taste or feeling.
All the while I was banging him he sipped Darjeeling.
Easter at yours: a strange kind of treasure hunt,
where's the remote? I'm afraid, up your mum's cunt.
Dad's hanging around at the Chiswick fruit and veg stall,
popping cock out of clementines to universal 'appall'.
Sometimes dad sits and reflects,
On a life without a willy that erects.
Your dad read so much porn at his job,
His cock looks like a corn on the cob.
Dad's latest sexual thrill,
'Researching' Jimmy Savile at Stoke Mandeville.
