Number of hundreds of blokes who've porked your Mum,
Let's take a tally.
Subdivide results: her face/cunt/back alley.
Bedsit dad fucked on glue,
Wanking over episodes of Pengu.
Mum’s launching an urgent investigation
Into rumours that some blokes are considering the use of lubrication
On Mum's mood that day it depends:
The choice: Ten blokes at the rear or five at both ends?
For a packet of pickled onion Space Raiders
Mum's open to burly anal invaders
Strike! Mums left perma-scowling,
After a strenuous game of ten prick bowelling.
By every conceivable metric,
Dad has a useless and small prick.
Dad's realised they don't hand out any medals,
For curbing his interest in kiddie fiddles.
There's simply not enough days in the week,
For mum to get properly hammered in the shit-beak.
Baa baa big bloke, have you any spunk?
Yes (your) mum, yes (your) mum, a ball-bag full!
Some for your arsehole, some for your tits,
And lots for your bent old dad whose bum I fucked to bits.
