Mum's out as usual,working the curb crawlers,
Dad's still in the slammer-bogs, probably on all-fours.
Mum's gens: air sock,
Dad's gens: nothing there cock.
Mum takes heed of the phrases "beware of Greeks bearing gifts,"
And "careful of too many drunken enormo-farmhands at the start of a bogs-shift."
Father, in a lather;
He's experiencing a blokes-related trouser-palava.
Dad's on the school run,
Looking for bum fun.
Mum doesn't have a very neat,
Poo-pleat.
banging dad's slack shitpipe is a constant worry.
one wrong move could lead to a storm of slurry.
Mum fondly remembers apprenticeship days on the docks of Dublin,
Where punters could certainly not be categorised as 'thin.'
Dada penis AKA "1/3rd Andrex" due to performance on these checks:
Soft?
Strong?
Very long?
Mum's seen the inside of many Russian billionaire's yaughts,
And to be honest, they all seem the same once cocks are in her slots.
