Dad claims to have a justifiable theory,
For him to behave "kid-queerly."
Mum's eyes start misting,
When reminded of the 1983 summer-long Festival of Fisting.
Oh shit,
It's fucking split.
As the world existentially stands on the brink,
Blokes are comforted by the familiarity of mum's cunt-stink.
Mum’s ignoring
Medical advice to scale back the bum-boring.
Mum's nuclear twat now powered by Dounreay;
Dad's attempting to fuck a 'Pay and Display'.
Wide blokes' Pavlovian response is to engorge,
At the first whiff of mum's dung-gorge.
It's almost as if mum's designed,
To be fucked from behind.
TRUE OR FALSE?
Did mum used to be in a band,
Called 'Mum and The Farmhands?'
Proof that dad's not entirely lost his bum-looks,
He's just been fucked by ex-1980's Spurs striker-now-BBC-football-pundit-psuedo-serious-inferiority-complex-ridden-and-all-round-weirdo-twat, Garth Crooks!
