After a particularly heavy night, the bum-doctors feared for your mother's bum-bum health,
And I can personally vouch for the fact she was (sexually) a pale shadow of her former self.
Mum went off to the 'Bum-'Ole Destruction Spring Fayre,'
Came back with anus-status: beyond repair.
Bedsit dad listening to Smashing Pumpkins,
Because he's got a willy that's small and thins.
No need for flowers, cards or chocolates,
All mum wants on Mother's Day is blokes in all her slots.
Dad: Penis scale 'HO'
Mum: bogs bloke sandwich 'to go'
When there's an eye-watering stench like an abbatoir's bin,
The blokes all troop in:
It's time for mum's shift to begin.
Mum’s not charging VAT
On access to her twat
I have a hunch that your mum will lower her prices during the credit crunch.
only 10p for a "Hot Lunch".
What's dad looking at there on his screen?
Why, it's some of the strongest child abuse material that has ever been seen.
Dad's scouted the D.I.Y shops and ended up in B&Q,
He's looking for a machine that will turn his arsehole blue.
