Mum, gorged on easter dog-eggs,
Fucking like bunnies with blokes with enormous "third legs".
today dad's in a bit of a funk -
last night, he wasn't completely covered in spunk.
Be obsequiously complimentary about my genitals
Due to the amount of surgical reconstruction the entrance to Mum’s womb
Is somewhat akin to ‘Trigger’s broom’
Mum: bow-legged after encounter with Aussie bloke Big Bruce (cock like stacked Fosters 'tinnies');
Dad: suffering a terminal case of 'the thinnies'
You've done harm to your mum's trout farm.
Mum's punani,
Smells like a Ryanair panini.
Mum’s not got much truck with Sir Keith Starmer
Her favoured candidate is Big Bloke Barry AKA ‘Bumhole harmer’
Dad's donning a suspiciously low-cut brassière,
In public places, where children are near.
Mum has no respect
For blokes anything less than permanently erect
