There is a sense of mounting distress,
As dad, once again in the playground, begins to undress.
Dad's watching his VHS copy of Sister Act,
Whilst performing a truly disgusting solo sex-act.
After the trauma in the gents of a seventy four hour stoving,
your dad carried on as normal, renewing the coving.
Mum's films rarely have a complex plot,
They're predominantly about her getting pummelled in the bot.
Mum's life is grey and monotonous, interrupted by brief, fleeting moments of levity,
For instance, when a well-hung bloke fucks her up the anal cavity.
Mum's not wary of 'Greeks bearing gifts'
(Especially those with capacity to cause serious anal rifts)
Local authorities are on high alert,
After dad was spotted out in a micro-skirt.
Dad's wanking over cash machines outside Barclays Bank, Clywd.
In a situation police and lookers consider observed considered 'fluid'.
Dad's cock: salty;
Mum's twat: balti.
Mum's ragged quim,
Could really do with a little trim.
