The Dog-Shit Station Service Bloke is an essential cog in the machine,
In mum's idea of a tip-top performing fuck-latrine.
No one's sure if it signifies despair or hope,
When mum starts chewing on the block of urinal soap.
Anal reconstruction surgery heralds a new era,
For mum's legendary up-for-rent rear.
As the last bloke spunked, it seemed your mum's bum was off the hook,
Until who strode into the gents? Yep, massive-dicked BBC presenter, Barry Took.
All her life, mum's been in intensive training,
So one day, she can take an almighty main-veining.
Every one of Dad’s days begins
With hours of doomed research on how to ‘cure the willy-thins’
I've burst a cum-bubble,
On your bum-stubble.
Blokes rushing to the bogs at maximum velocity,
To perpetrate upon mum maximum bum-atrocities.
Mum might be a bit windsockey,
But she's still a very able cock-jockey.
Mum's sexual Achilles Heel,
Is that her twat has lost all discernable feel.
