During difficult times, mum's "life raft",
Has always been her natural ability with men's shaft.
Dad: grotesque pecan;
Mum: week-old-flan.
Bogs-blokes have a lively WhatsApp group,
Discussing the dilation status of mum's crap-hoop.
Dad feels a tremendous sense of well-being,
When he imagines himself as the toilet bowl, into which a small boy is peeing.
i didn't think there'd be feelings of remorse,
until i saw the size of the horse.
Dad's grown bored of pretend-fucks with used jam-rags,
He's taken to prodding his nob in old granny's colostomy bags.
I think we need to remain circumspect,
Towards the rumours that your Dad's prick was actually seen erect.
the 34th Bogsmen regiment are 'honouring' Mum with their '21-gun salute'
A process which leaves her arsehole looking like mid-80s Beirut
The clock is ticking,
On dad's willy ever thickening.
