Ruined flotsam, then jetsam.
It really grieves us, that your father's got no penis.
Banzai!
1000 blokes up mum's brown-eye!
In the bogs, there's no polite conversation or pleasantries,
Just cold, hard interactions involving dogs-faeces.
Mum’s ‘serving Whoppers’ out the back of Burger King
Dad? ‘tiny ding-a-ling’
Mum has appallingly max-gaped poo and twat bitties,
After being fucked by blokes with willy circumference "digestive biscuit" (McVities).
Dad believed (wrongly), that he was gaining an erection,
Whilst in Tescos browsing the coleslaw section.
The squeaking of a lone sex arse in the dark of the Nordic night
Its user illuminated by the arse's eerie luminescence
Dad's in a sex shop 'on the rob',
mum's in the gents again,
'on the blob'.
Mum's mood has improved,
After having her poo-groove, re-grooved.
Mum's amongst the most sought after bogs-tarts,
In the bogs, at the World Championship Darts.
