There is a solemn tone to the muttering,
Of the bum-docs looking over mum's poo-guttering.
Dad’s penis does its closest approach to ‘thicks’
When he’s watching videos of the Junior Paralympics
I got a strange sense of deja vu
when I heard your mum was giving free fucks in the loo.
Spend, not ‘a penny’ but ‘five quid’
Prior to the International Thin Willy Competition, dad's nerves are kicking in,
Christ knows why though; he's always nailed on to win.
Technically,
Dad *has* got a willy.
After the total destruction of your mum's shitter,
Now pretty much any bloke'll fit 'er.
Dad's opened a little poo boutique,
All items made of poo, and considered unique.
Mum has a Bogs WhatsApp Group,
To offer updates on the varying state of her crap-hoop.
Your mum's a slot machine that takes quids,
Dad's pants from weird gents activity: skids.
