I watched your dad shed shards of liquid man silk all over an elderly gentleman's bum
Mum's terrible for falling into the arms,
Of some low-cog bloke who works on farms.
There's some graffiti artists playing tag,
On your Dad's penis and ball-bag.
unfortunately for her, it was only after their marriage
that mum discovered the absolutely miniscule size of dad's "undercarriage".
Mum doesn't feel it's in any way tacky,
To launch a new bogs night: 'Cheese, Wine and Bukkake.'
Looks like mum's most recent employer,
Has seen fit to completely (sexually) destroy 'er.
"Oh, your mother rang,
She's entertaining a German biker gang."
Mum's knob preference is "XXXXX-large",
But all dad has is a sort of weird "penis-mirage".
There is a sense of mounting distress,
As dad, once again in the playground, begins to undress.
After making your mum's cunt, they threw away the mould,
Thank fuck! It's like a part of a ship. I'm talking about the hold.
