Mum'll do gropes and feels,
For Happy Meals.
Mum grins from ear to ear,
As bigblokes completely annihilate her rear.
Dad’s erection
Looks like a cross section
There's excellent WiFi,
In and around mum's brown-eye.
The appeal of it may be somewhat niche,
But mum offers up a lovely 'ploughman's quiche.'
Uh-oh,
Dad's selling brown Play-Doh.
Critiqued for smelling bad and being overly salty;
It's mum's rather passé poo-box-Balti.
When dad thinks about a room full of tots in assembly,
His balls spontaneously empty.
According to the very latest 'mori poll', your mum's got a cunt exactly the same shape and diameter of a large salad bowl.
You fulfilled a sexual dream,
And took on an entire rugby team.
