Outsource the care of my anus and scrotum to a nanny, and then send them to public school in order to emotionally cripple them
Bogs-blokes involved in an entrenched and bitter fued,
Over who goes first, up where mum pooed.
Mum's not wary of 'Greeks bearing gifts'
(Especially those with capacity to cause serious anal rifts)
Research reports on your father's genitalia,
Key quotes: 'comparatively small' and 'operationally, a failure.'
Your mum's arse remains strangely compelling despite looking dreadful and being really foul smelling
(tramp's dwelling).
Dad sits in McDonald's eating his Happy Meal,
Hoping this might mean kids give his chap a feel.
Even in the supposedly sacred period of Lent,
Your mum's eating out bloke's shit-boxes in the gents.
Mum's been left saddled,
With a fanny that's been 'over-paddled.'
Friday night and bogs fun is due to resume,
As blokes take turns sliding down mum's poo-flume.
Mum's up for an empowering,
Golden Showering.
