Blokes have been unable to make even rudimentary maps
Of the area where mum craps
Due to frequent and catastrophic arsehole collapse
Dad'll do anything for a bag of skittles,
But there's never any takers cos his willy's little(s).
oh no, it's the aftermath -
ejaculation like instant mash.
Mum's lifetime ambition is to have an 'audience' with the Pope,
Although she's a bit worried if, sexually, he'd be able to cope.
The traffic in and around mum's anus,
Is like Piccadilly Circus.
Blokes have never been sent to the clink,
For what's been done to mum's poor stink.
Mum's navigating the currently rough economic seas by carefully managing her hedge funds,
Dad's hoping to raise a few quid by sucking off Noel Edmonds.
Mum can competently play a vuvuzela,
Out of the place she has poo-poo failure.
Dad's been foiled,
In his attempt to visit the Christmas Market "baby-oiled."
Mum came up with a very quickly discarded plan,
That involved the crazy idea of her entertaining slightly thinner man.
