Village-panto father, a dandy little daddy,
Starring role;
'Prime Minister - Weird Dick, Golf Caddy').
Dad's chief winter sexual thrill,
Is jamming his uthrea with a half sucked Strepsil.
Mum loses all sense of proportionality
in her bogs-business, internationally.
Your father's continued preoccupation with fucking disabled stoats is matched only in horror with his catching liquid shit in gravy boats
(from blokes).
Mum's developed an array of alarming facial tics,
After taking pricks that are really too thicks.
What's illegal in 195 countries,
Is somehow legal in mum's 'cunty'(s).
Dad first discovered he prefers men,
In a toy shop, after spotting Barbies' Ken,
(left premises in police custody after committing sex-offen').
Write me loquacious, tender love letters that absolutely stink of really old, brown piss
As usual, dad's occupying a watching brief,
Bogs-sidelined, with his hands down his briefs.
Your father in bed with a Jesuit priest,
He's left him something to think about (infections, yeast).
