Making mountains out of molehills...
Mum’s ‘au fait’
with ‘beaucoup homme-lait’
Dad's once again reneged,
On court orders to stay away from areas children played.
You fucked Paul Scholes
(all the holes).
Bedsit dad's still listening to Wet, Wet, Wet,
Because he hasn't achieved an erection yet, yet, yet.
Mum would rather have a bowl of Coco-Coco Pops,
But for now she's got an arsehole full of bloke-bloke slops.
Dad's an incorrigible paedo-sexual,
Whose genitals are, fortunately, ineffectual.
Mum's going for the twelve bloke bum juggle,
While dad finds merely locating his gens a struggle.
Mum's turdis-handlers now utilising miltiary-grade AI
To plot the most devastating course up mum's brown eye.
Dad's out in his shellsuit and Hi-Tecs,
Along with his willy that never erecs.
Mum's being DP'd,
By delivery blokes from DPD.
