Not for the feint of heart,
To be behind mum for the end of shift fanny fart.
Bum docs shocked following mum's colonoscopy,
After finding a bogs-bloke who'd been living up there since 1983.
Mum's in the bogs,
With low-cogs.
Mum's issued a non-fungible token
For her 'artwork' entitled "Fitting Every Big Bloke In"
Dad's in gents: position bent over, blokes sniffin' round his arse like doggy rover, use butter for lubes? No, clover...update on mum? Last night I fuckin' stoved 'er.
The landlord's blasting oldskool rave,
As the local farmhands "send mum's bumhole to its grave".
Election time, and dad's bound to lose,
With his slogan, "Under 5s should have the right to choose".
Dad's nasty little roddy-roddy?
Extremely shoddy-shoddy.
Bogs-vets are a notoriously active lobbying group,
Pressurising government to formally investigate lost blokes in mum's crap-hoop.
Mum's embalmed,
In the bodily fluids of "hands that farmed."
