Quick!
Split my piss-kitchen!
It's crotch-crickets, and it's really itchin'!.
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 often reminisces about working the docks of the Adriatic,
Many of the cocks were immeasurably thic.
There's no need to be linguistically austere,
Your dad is a stereotypical 'bubbly-queer.'
You should have seen the state of the area from which mum fartres,
Following a post-mass anal-sesh in the car park of the cathedral at Chartres.
Have gentle, respectful sexual intercourse with me in the missionary position
Dad's submitted an ingenious 'circular ourobouros/human centipede'
To the Weird Sex/Willy Grading Council in the hope of being upgraded from 'very small indeed'
Mainly, your father's seen as preferring blokes, y'know, a bit of a 'fairy,'
Except for that time he fucked warbling pop-twat, Mariah Carey.
When it comes to horror-fucking, your mum's a 'rich seam',
Not so for your dad though, he hasn't got anything in-between.
Mum’s bogs-encounter with a group of apprentice pipefitters is a little ‘May to December’
But they’re all learning a lot about how to properly execute a quadruple-ender
