Eminent arse-archaeologists,
Claim mum's bum structure no longer exists.
Dad’s peen (teeny weeny)
Is unfortunately not concealed by his translucent mankini
(to tune of ABBA's The Winner Takes It All)
'Your mummy takes them all,
Your daddy's willy: small,
Together in the gents,
Different kinds of sex-offence.'
Bum-docs tentatively hope the penny might have dropped,
For mum in understanding the loss of where she once plopped.
No kidding,
Dad's gone 'kidding.'
There's little hope
Of dad's prick being visible under even the strongest microscope.
Mum's trying out that new Mario Kart World,
While getting repeatedly turd-burgl'd.
The posters for dad's new one man show promised a "fun family day out",
But unfortunately, right from curtain up, his knob was just all the way out.
Your father's wrong-shlong fails to fatten,
unless placed directly in front of the underwear section of catalogue: Gratton.
Use urinal cakes as hand soap
