''You Bastard!'';
Dad flabbergasted
(penis then sac malevolently sand-blasted).
The only time mum's threatened to go on strike?
After bogs-blokes failed to ride her like the village bike.
Mum demands cast iron promises,
That all bogs-blokes have "diamond-cutter John Thomases."
Dad's latest excuse,
Is that he "just really likes child abuse".
Mum's had her 'in-betweens'
smithereens'd.
After the church's Sunday afternoon children's service, now begins the inquest,
Into how long dad was stood in the Nativity scene undressed.
Mum reliably takes Geoff Capes size blokes in her poo-trumpet
For a close to sell by date packet of Morrisons value crumpet(s).
Post-shift condition of mum's privates: Warsaw Ghetto,
Permanent condition of dad's privates: Ground Zero.
Bogs-blokes reminisce on mum's 'arsehole like a breadbin';
Her downstairs now resembles post-war Dresden.
Dad's been fucking mostly 'roadkill';
It's the only thing that will keep vaguely still.
