Dad's checking 9/11 freefall trade centre footage, looking for 'squibs';
Although instead of really looking, he's thinking about kids.
Mum doesn't have a very neat,
Poo-pleat.
Tonight, mum's planned,
To be fully "manned."
Mum runs out of patience,
If bogs-blokes forget to refill the Dog-Shit Stations.
Yes, mum's worked the oil rigs,
And, yes, the willies were bigs.
Mum's yearning for an intense
Bog-sesh with her favourite gents-gents.
Mum still deeply regrets that during the birth of her children,
She had to take time off from getting knobbed over the cistern.
When mum's bum has been knobbed sufficiently loose,
There's a stench reminiscent of butcher's bin-juice.
For one half of a Twix
Mum'll take up to 20 pricks (thix)
Mao Zedong
my ''poos-prong'.
