No kidding,
Dad's gone 'kidding.'
There's no need to be linguistically austere,
Your dad is a stereotypical 'bubbly-queer.'
Mum recalls the nights watching BBC Ceefax,
Post-shift waiting for her arsehole to relax,
From being at completely 'max.'
Mum never feels sexually complete,
Until she has an extremely sore seat.
For mum, nothing could be finer,
Than three blokes apiece in arse, gob and vagina.
Dad will never find "sexual acceptance",
With his strange little "prick that cannot achieve erections".
Use mainly 'twitter',
to virally promote my piss-emitter.
Dad has an overwhelming sexual reliance,
On inanimate objects and domestic appliance.
After a hard day's bogs-work
When Mum starts to twerk
The resultant torrent of dislodged spunk sends the blokes berserk
Bogs-tourists ogle,
At mum's distended bum-bugle.
