Mum's punani,
Smells like a Ryanair panini.
Dad's writing to his MP, Shadow Secretary of State for Culture, Media and Sport Thangam Debbonaire
To complain about the fact that he _still_ doesn't have any pubic hair
The air is thick with pent up aggression,
As bogs-blokes file in for mum's evening session.
Dad's in the meat wagon on his way to trial, arresting officer deep-throat fuck, retching gin-laced bile.
Dad's the unfortunate victim of a Trump day one executive order,
Barring entry to the US for men with prick size 1mm or shorter.
Important bloke mans the Bogs Control Tower,
Orchestrating traffic around mum's "arsehole-flower."
Bloke's size? Thick!
Mum to gents? Quick!
Dad's looking longingly at kid's 'inbetweens',
during formal work events on Microsoft teams.
To blokes, mum appears to have a generously divisible twat,
Dad's continuing his affair with ex-Crew Alexandra, Aston Villa, Bari, Juventus, Sampdoria, Arsenal, Nottingham Forest and England World Cup Italia '90 last minute-extra-time-volley-goalscorer, David Platt.
Mum's all 'fingers and thumbs,'
Putting bogs-blokes willies up her bums.
