Blokes are struggling to budge,
Mum's congealed arse-sludge.
Even more convenient than a meal deal from M&S,
Is mum's virtually permanent state of bogs undress.
Mum’s farter:
Taramasalata
Mum's been working the docks, entertaining able seamen,
Come the end of shift, she's about 90% semen.
After another of mum's infamous week-long bogs-binges,
Her knackered arsehole has been fucked off it's hinges.
It's no coincidence,
That all dad's friends are also 'nonce.'
Dad's still very much caught up in his own Oedipus Complex,
Asking blokes to wear his mum's wedding dress, when they come round for sex.
Mum's just hoping for a dogshit-filled stocking,
And 80 or 90 Santas to deliver a good hard cocking.
Mum’s ordered an industrial sex toy to batter her poo-flue
Computer-controlled via serial port (RS-232)
Dad’s turned away from the local primary school polling place
For having forgotten his photo ID, rather than his costume (knickers, frilly lace)
