They say "any port in a storm" for the randy farm-laboured,
Maybe not though, when you see mum's arsehole "Pearl Harboured."
No one wants to join dad "horizontal jogging",
So he's loudly sentencing his own prick to a public flogging.
(Mum? Bogging.)
With more passengers than Bridgnorth's lenticular railway,
your mum's been ridden by Bryan Cant and the whole cast of Playaway.
My main goal = your arsehole.
I've developed a reading of the Koran,
That involves having to repeatedly fuck your old gran.
I shit into your father's ideas then scooped the cum out of your mum's arsehole and forced it into your dad's favourite auntie's arsehole.
Your mum's grouted kipper smells just like an Oxfam-reject old man's slipper.
Your dad's cock?
Chicken dipper.
Newly recruited bog-blokes are encouraged not to tarry
As it prevents other blokes from giving it to Mum ‘up the Gary’
No one's sure if it signifies despair or hope,
When mum starts chewing on the block of urinal soap.
Mum'll take cock,
Ad hoc.
