Making mountains out of molehills...
Mum's surrounded by hangers-on and sycophants,
Who all have one thing in mind: getting in her pants.
The crowds at the paralympics cheered and clapped,
As dad picked up yet another gold in the category "willy handicapped."
Mum’s gens: “knob Bermuda Triangle“
Dad’s gens: “barely dangle”
Mum's not looking for some solo Superman,
She's more after a large, sex-starved, "group-a-man."
Your arsehole's like a fucked 'spam-ring',
it's clearly received a dreadful 'Jan'-hammering.
When emailing a potential therapist, dad accidentally left on caps lock;
I'M SEEKING HELP FOR SEXUAL ISSUES PLUS I HAVE A SMALL COCK.
Mum reneged on her marriage nuptials,
Not long after her wedding ceremony, in the gents toilet cubicles.
Mum has an eye for bogs-blokes who are going places,
Who combine size, stamina and can produce loose faeces.
Mum's worst fears have been allayed,
All blokes coming into the bogs *have* been delay-sprayed.
Mum pictures tennis star Stan Wawrinka
While big blokes get their first serve in her "stinker".
