There is very little left intact,
Your anal canal has been thoroughly attacked.
there's no need to woo me, thickie;
just hurry up and do me, quickly!
Dad's positively giddy,
About his new shock-cockring, controllable via MIDI.
Analyzing the data in dad's sex-portfolio,
100% of acts were performed solo.
Fresher bogs-sluts browse the Bogs-College curriculum,
Bouyed to see mum'll be teaching how to take the big lads up the bum.
Your mum is much like the New York headquarters of the United Nations
(members from 192 countries enter her daily and engage in mass debations).
The primary school governors at first thought it rather spurious,
That dad had completed the 'sexual persuasion' question in his application for Toilet Janitor as "child-curious."
Like margarine, mum's legs are very spreadable,
But what's between her legs, is dangerously inedible.
Mum'll take cock,
Ad hoc.
It's no coincidence,
That all dad's friends are also 'nonce.'
