"Oh, think twice,
It's just another day for mum and blokes with pubic lice..."
Dad keeps trying to ‘ball’
Children who are very small
afterwards your mum said I was sick,
to use her apron to wipe off my dick
Mum's requested an extension to the Bristol Stool Charts
Type 0: 'Highly compacted by blokes' and Type 8: 'basically just farts'
End of bogs-shift, scenes become truly appalling,
When blokes start shaking up the tarpaulin.
Dad’s version of ‘jumping the shark’
Was getting caught by Nonce Squad flashing toddlers in the park
Bogs-blokes know that dog-cack,
Is, for mum, an aphrodisiac.
Your dad's late for today's hospital appointment (he's a pre-op),
He's still in bed asleep lying in his own slops.
Mum can competently play a vuvuzela,
Out of the place she has poo-poo failure.
It's a total sham;
this isn't my bum diagram.
