Driving range daddy,
(bum-attack) golf caddy.
Let's break out the bubbly!
Your mum's up for a willy-doubley!!
Blokes like bees devouring,
Mum's stinking brown flowering.
In another grueling display of reductionism,
your dad's knob became shrivelled, attracting derision.
Mum's such a bleater,
If she's not getting properly shafted up her old poo-heater.
Mum's enjoying a big-prick,
Picnic.
Police and local authorities are struggling to digest,
The sheer scale of dad's latest grounds-of-primary-school dirty protest.
Many a beefy bloke is smitten
With mum's shit-mitten.
Mum's been entertaining the English heroes from the 2005 Ashes,
They've been using the thick end of their bats to fill up her back 'n' front gashes.
Mum's performing her bogs "tour de force":
Servicing fourteen blokes and one horse.
